small worlds

“Every one of us is precious in the cosmic perspective. If a human
disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you
will not find another.” says Carl Sagan in Cosmos.

Standing out in the dark, looking up at the sky, in the vast stillness
of the night, Carl Sagan’s words floated into my mind… and as I
continued to look at the billions of stars spread out above us fragile
humans, I felt deeply the meaning of those words… 6 billion + we
are. Fighting for space and control, loving, hating, creating,
living… and we take ourselves and our kind for granted. Extending it
further, we will not find another tree, another bird, another insect,
animal, fish… not the kinds that we are used to in the hundred
billion galaxies spread out far beyond our imagination. One feels
insignificant, non-existent in face of the Universe… as humanity, as
a living organism, totally alone in vast solar system… i almost felt
like shouting “anybody there…?”. Yet, as Sagan says in Contact “for
small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through

… and among the 6 billion+ that we were, how many did we know?
really know? or connect with? with whom we shared ourselves and our
little worlds with? 5? 20? 30? 100? 500? … that’s all it was
finally. Our little worlds. Made up of the 500-1000 odd people whom we
connected with, in love, hate, affection, duty and perhaps
indifference, regularly… the few animals – mainly dogs, cats and
other such pets… birds? maybe those that came to our window-sills
once a while inquisitively… plants and trees? those that we planted
in our pots, watered and cared for… maybe those which we gazed at,
in bloom or otherwise, from our windows or balconies…

… and our worlds further shrunk… from that little pale blue dot,
the dust mote floating in the vastness of the Universe, to far, far,
less than even that dust mote!

What chance brought us here? What chance triggered life, as we know
it, on this remote planet of a star twirling in a far corner of a
galaxy. Yet, Einstein, held that God did not play dice… and standing
there, under the dark, night sky, with such random thoughts churning
in my mind, I felt it was more likely that God did play dice and as
Hawking holds, he still has a few tricks up his sleeve!



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