|Galactic nebula, credit: NASA|
Very factual descriptions of the pictures. Dry even.
As at teen, I read Madeleine L'Engle's, A Wind in the Door. It was my first introduction to the world of mitochondria. She wrote of a struggle between good and evil; the battle scene set within the body of a young boy.
I go back to the site every now and then, intrigued by the scale of the universe. The stars outside are mirrored by the stars within. And though I can't quite make the connection, I wonder if L'Engle was on to something.
I look at the pictures, but I can't grasp the scale of the stars without.
I look at the pictures, but I can't grasp the scale of the stars within.
And I wonder.
Could it be that it's all linked on some cosmic scale? When I take care of myself, do I bring good not only to the part of me I'm aware of, but to some distant star within? Is that that star within linked to the stars without? When we do violence to one another here on earth, do the stars cry in reflected pain? When we reach out to help another, do the stars rejoice?
Does the strength within that I draw on when my own strength fails come from the stars?
It's an intriguing thought.
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