When regarding our modern-day social fabric, to say we’re at each others’ throats most of the time is widely accepted commentary. Whether or not that rings true (although it almost certainly does on social media), it’s worth mentioning that something different happens when space exploration is at the center of widespread observation. When our involvement with the cosmos makes headlines, it seems like people tend to soften, maybe even enjoy themselves a little bit more. It does us good.
It’s just a hunch. But in light of reaching the 50th anniversary of Apollo 11, as well as capturing the first-ever image of a black hole, and witnessing the Great American Eclipse that happened in 2017, all of which accrued mass attention, it seems like those recent events got us all to press pause on our perpetual bickering for a minute. They got us to set down our noisy chimes and gongs and drums, and just listen to the music of the universe.
Something extraordinary transpires in our hearts when looking up at the heavens: we aim toward a higher ideal. Posturing ourselves to face the unknown, rather than ignore or avoid it, gives us a better understanding of the challenges that come with doing meaningful things in our world, and it realigns our thoughts and actions toward a divine pattern, the depth of which we cannot quite compute, but can sense with profound intuition. I think that’s what’s at the core of our urge to unify in admiration when we encounter the grandeur of the universe, as opposed to divide in conflict.
Of course, Flat-Earthers are the exception here, but that’s a topic for a different blog post.
Point is, when you consider what lies on the far side of the horizon, when you shoot for the moon, when you wish upon a shooting star, do you acknowledge that you’re tapping into that heavenly order? Do you sense an uncanny connection to truth and meaning? Does it feel like the way things are and the way they ought to be come into focus a little better? Does your heart soften with humility, with hope? Hope in one another, in our ability to gaze beyond our fallen yet beloved world, in our drive to understand where we came from and what we’re capable of? I think those are necessary questions to explore, because they tug at a thread that as it unravels, disentangles us from a worldly disposition to bitterness and hostility. We’ve come untangled before, in brief, peaceful waves, when the allure of the universe has been brought to the forefront of public interest. And we’ll continue to realign ourselves, I believe, as long as we keep looking up.
What do you think? Have you noticed a change in the way we behave when we’re confronted with cosmological phenomena? Are we more or less inclined to become better versions of ourselves in those instances? How about on a personal level? Leave a comment or send me a message, I would love to hear your thoughts. Thanks for reading!