Which led me outside for a walk, where I started looking up into the night sky.

They say the we all originate from the same point, that everything around us originated from some star’s explosion. The fact that we’re made of star dust fascinates me. As does the continuum of all things that is time.

We gaze out and see things light years away, which means it takes that many years to reach us. This means to point a telescope skyward is to peek into a time machine, all the way back to the initial explosion, where time began.

While it’ll no doubt be some time before/if I’d ever get to be with you, there was comfort in thinking that if time doesn’t exist it’s sort of like we’re already together right now, (and now, and now, ad infinitum), just as we were all together at some point in the distant past (literally). 

Then I thought about how cool it would be if we went to a planetarium, and I would tell you about these things. About the billions of nuclear explosions going on trillions of miles away. And then, maybe later, if I was so lucky, we’d make explosions of our own :D