sometimes i find myself looking to the sky. whenever i am wondering about life or concentrating very hard on a thought, i look up.
yes, the observable sky above us is pretty fantastical, but i don't have to be an astronomer (which i am not) nor do i have to know anything about astrophysics (which i don't) to come up with that conclusion. we could look at it from a scientific point of view and analyze all the things happening in the sky, past that, in space, and possibly further beyond. what would be the point in that kind of depth when the sky we look towards isn't one that you can readily visualize? it isn't obtainable like some mere fact. the sky represents much more to us than what we might expect at first glance. in all its vastness, the sky could draw us in much like the ocean draws us in. that "oceanic feeling" freud describes could also be said for the sky. clouds floating by, the smooth transitions between shades of blue, and other observations, beg us to slow our lives down a little and to enjoy our surroundings a bit before everything changes. the metaphysical benefits that the sky holds for us can be endless.
and i am not talking about looking at the sky, seeing a bunny shaped cloud, and then recalling that you lost a bunny as a child therefore the universe must be telling you that you need to reconnect with your child-like innocence once lost so very long ago. that's all nice and prettily packaged, but unfortunately it's not the way i was taking this examination.
there is just something unexplainable about gazing at the sky above that makes us journey back to the past, forwards to the future, and anywhere else that doesn't seem to be the present.
if you gaze too long at the sky, when you look back to the earth, everything is hazy and blurry. your eyes need a few seconds to refocus from what was above to what stands before you.
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