Many things amaze me. Four things amaze me more than others. Those four things define me more than the other things that amaze me.
There are scales of amazement. I'm not talking about the, "Wow, that' a great chocolate lava," cake variation of amazement, a fantastic orgasm, or how amazingly wonderful a cold beer can be on a hot day, or even a cold glass of water can feel so amazing after I've been working or exercising. I'm not even talking about the singing or acting abilities, or the writing abilities or playing abilities, that prompt me or others to exclaim, "They're amazing." No, these are the four pillars of amazement for me, in no order; pillars are equal.
The oceans and seas.
Newborns of all species.
The night sky.
A cat's warrior yells brought my wife and I awake at two ten this morning. Lights went on. First, we looked inside for the cats. Quinn the Black Paws was sleeping in my office chair. Lady the Gray Ghost was awake but curled up in the living room, on the back of the sofa. That left Scheckter, the Gingerbear King.
That search took ten, fifteen seconds. We headed out back because that's where the sounds had been. Nothing unusual struck us and it was quiet. I decided to go to the front to find the King. As I entered the house, he wandered down the hall, talking. We don't know where he'd been but he was fine, although he mentioned, he was feeling peckish. Was there anything I could give him to eat.
There was and I did while my wife turned off lights and returned to bed.
I returned to outside. While I was out there, I'd noticed the sky. Now, I went out and stared up at it with all the lights off. Still and cold, I saw galaxies and stars, planets and satellites. I thought I glimpsed an orange shooting star but it passed too fast for my attention, leaving me to wonder if I'd imagined it.
When I see and think of the stars, I think of all the science fiction I read as a kid. Was it the books that made me look at the stars and wonder, or did I look at the stars and wonder and then find the books? I don't know the cause and effect or the sequence of events, only that I love the dream, concepts and ideas of life on other worlds, in other forms, and travel to those worlds.
Some look at the stars and say it reminds them of how insignificant humanity is, for we're one species, on one planet, circling one star, in one system, in one galaxy, and there are so many galaxies, stars and planets out there. We were finding quite a few planets in other galaxies each month for a while but there hasn't been much news recently. Maybe it's going on but I missed it. But I don't know what's out there beyond our imaginative constructions. I only know of us and our planet and its life, and the humans, thinking and wondering, what else is out there?
It's part of our growth to believe we're special. It's not unusual. Lightning and fire are special and amazing to us. Volcanos. Whales. Horses. Cats. Dogs. Trees. Flowers. Electricity. Flight. Light. Oceans and seas. Newborns. Insects. The night sky. No matter what else, who else is found out there, in the night sky's far borders, I'll always think humanity is special.
Just like all other life and existence.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com