The Universe is a Symphony (The art of Slimesunday and Erik Jones)
We are a way for the universe to know itself
I wonder how far these molecules had to travel
to find each other,
align
in the way they are
to make up my body.
I wonder how far
these bits of carbon and nitrogen and oxygen
floated through space
before they finally became this form
right here
right now.
These 7 billion billion billion atoms
that were all created in the furnace of long dead stars
colliding
and making this thing that I call
me.
I wonder if each atom inside myself
is surprised
at being placed next to its neighbouring atoms.
If they wonder how they ended up
right there,
right now
after 4.5 billion years of travel.
I wonder if sometime long ago
a molecule of yours
and a molecule of mine
hung out together in the very same star.
Maybe were friends even.
Shining brightly
and enjoying their lives together.
It seems impossible doesn't it?
But I suppose no less impossible than you standing there
and me standing here
watching the only version of the sunset
that will ever look exactly like this
in the entire version of time.
Stars fall.
Stars collide.
Stars align.
I could've never walked down that path.
I could've never talked to you.
We could never have kissed.
We could've circled each others orbits for a moment
and then gone our ways off into the universe,
our molecules never again colliding
for another 4.5 billion years.
So many unfathomable options and possibilities.
Yet I still stand here.
And
you still stand here.
All of the galaxies of atoms that make up your eyes
looking into the atoms that make up mine.
We are just bits of the universe
over and over and over again.
and wether we continue together
hurtling along
on this rock through space
for the length of this tiny speck of dust that is our lives
or wether we only touch now
and never again
or wether our stars fall too soon
after burning beautifully and brightly,
the fact that you're here right now
and the fact that I'm here with you,
breathing the very same air
right here
right now,
