This exists somewhere out in the universe, a body of stars and space gas created however many years ago by science and celestial beings — this and many other astronomical feats indescribable in any language I could ever learn. This exists, other planets and trillions upon trillions of stars (probably more, but I don’t know the words to count higher). And I’m stuck on Earth, forcing myself to settle for little miracles while McDonalds and Wal-Mart pave all the natural world around me with their blind consumerism. And albeit, Earth is my home and I love it. But fuck me if pictures like this don’t make me angry that more people don’t value the natural world and instead choose to value human nature. I get little miracles, McDonalds gets billions of dollars printed on worthless cotton, a plant that will someday be extinct along with the tigers and the koalas and the wolves, and the universe just watches and waits and stares back at us with knowing eyes and says so much and so little all at once.
(via lost-in-a-daydreamm)
