The gravitational forces of the Sun and Moon effect the tide. Somehow I must be caught in this web of influence. This beautiful, natural interaction of nature, space and time. For the great vastness of Lake Michigan, it's splendor and magnificence, beckons me. It whispers to my very soul. Like a baby sea turtle finds it's way to the ocean. I too shall make this journey. It calls to me in a way I shall never understand. It is a yearning so strong and so deep that I must yield. Every summer I am summoned. I must go. Be it alone if I must, I shall obey this tidal influence. I am powerless to the omnipresent cosmos. I am a baby sea turtle.
A little something from Carl Sagan.
I'm in a mood lol
Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere.
Who are we? We find that we live on an insignificant planet of a humdrum star lost in a galaxy tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe in which there are far more galaxies than people.
A tiny blue dot set in a sunbeam. Here it is. That's where we live. That's home. We humans are one species and this is our world. It is our responsibility to cherish it. Of all the worlds in our solar system, the only one so far as we know, graced by life.
The beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it, but the way those atoms are put together. Information distilled over 4 billion years of biological evolution. Incidentally, all the organisms on the Earth are made essentially of that stuff. An eyedropper full of that liquid could be used to make a caterpillar or a petunia if only we knew how to put the components together.