i see starlight sometimes, just a distant gleam, and it makes me think about how much we don't know. every once in a while, i wonder if our sense of scale is just so small. we chart our little worlds, our own tiny speck, and it all feels so absolute. but how does it make sense that our kind of awareness is the only kind of awareness in the universe. the universe holds so many unfathomable depths, so many intelligences that we might not even register. maybe what we consider empty isn’t empty at all, just beyond our focus, integrated and living amongst us, just wearing a different face…