It’s scary.
The conscience.
To feel what is the immensity of the particle of the cosmos where we inhabit.
The urban lighting allows me to see only the strongest stars and some of the planets of our system.
Few are the points where to focus and yet I feel like losing myself.
Like if gravity stopped working.
Like if part of me was able to be on the moon, in Venus, Mars or Jupiter, taking with the sun that is found on the other side of this impressive rock.
Something pulls me, makes me feel helpless, with no ground or safety.
It is scary to feel myself so far, with so much space between what is separating us from the Earth from the nearest cosmic body.
I feel the greatness that I would never be able to bear.
I feel the inconceivable speed we travel at each second.
It terrifies me the idea that I might lose control and stay adrift, like an astronaut detaching from its mothership.
The immensity of the stars and the bodies that accompany them takes over me, leaving me lost in space.
I can no longer feel the feet on the ground.
Absolutely, cosmically scary.
16th July 2020
