i'll show them the stars and the meaning of life--

--but they'll more than likely tell me i'm crazy. it's to be expected. no one wants to put faith in anything anymore, unless they can prove it to be true.

the unknown is the only constant in our lives. we might learn new things, but we will never know all that there is to be unknown. we're just too small, too insignificant, too careful- the span of our knowledge will always be absolutely infinitesimal in comparison to the unanswerable questions of the universe. 
i like it that way.

some nights, i look at the moon and it feels exactly like coming home. like throwing my keys on the table, kicking off my shoes and collapsing on my bed. like running into the arms of loved ones after being away. like warm milk and cookies. like magic.
225,700 miles away feels so much closer, sometimes.