It’s easy to get comfortable. To feel like we’ve figured it all out. To feel like there is no more room for faith, or magic, or belief in anything but the cold equations.
It’s easy to forget how much we still don’t know. To forget what confused little babies we still are.
Did you know that something is making the universe expand faster than it should?
Somewhere in there, something messed our equations right on up. Made stuff do the opposite of what we expected.
And we still don’t know what it is.
The truth of things is this:
There is still plenty of room for stories about how things are, or were, or what someday could happen.
Sure, you can choose to shrug it off and accept the fences we like to put around ourselves.
But how agonizingly boring that way of thinking seems to me.
Like Shel wrote:
Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.