When I was in studio earlier tonight on my way back to my desk, a friend waylaid me. "Isn't it funny in the hundreds of thousands of years that the earth has existed - isn't it strange that man has built everything that has been built in this span of time and we have to learn how to build it?"
I paused and replied, "Mmhmm. This is just a blip in the scheme of things. There's a whole universe out there."
"Why aren't we studying the cosmos?"
We sighed and resumed studying.
Later, about 1:30 am, I was walking back to Walsh and was arrested by the sight of the moon. It was sort of a hazy and humid night and it hung there, full and weirdly luminous, casting a bone colored glow under a curtain of cloud. I wondered how many people stop to look at the moon and consider the weirdness of its existence. We live on a planet in orbit that is just a small piece of an entire galaxy surrounded by and composed of literally countless masses of orbiting, floating stuff and we're not even phased (no pun intended) by the moon. For a brief moment it made me very happy to remember there is so much that is larger than deadlines. It is inexplicably comforting to feel that our lives are small but wildly significant.