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My Sky

From phys.org


The sky loves darkness. Dark energy and dark matter constitute 95% of the universe. What we call normal matter is just 5%. It is absurd that 5% becomes normal merely because 95% is mystery.

95% is mystery in the cosmos. How much of me is mystery to you? 95% of you is mystery to me. We didn’t care to know each other. Instead we send rockets to penetrate the mysteries of each other. Innuendos and backbiting and what not.

We keep sending satellites into the sky’s mystery. Because we don’t know to appreciate mystery. We can’t let the other be the other. We have to convert the other into ours. One earth, one family, one future.

For what? For whom?

From Sputnik 1 of 1957, the first artificial earth satellite, to Jan 2022, the earth’s scientists have sent about 5400 satellites into the sky. They are all there revolving round the earth even threatening to cause traffic jam in the space. 3450 of these belong to the most developed country, the USA. They are all flying in rather low orbits. They are blocking the sky beyond, blocking the infinite. Blocking the charms of mystery.

It is not one earth, one family, one future that I want. I want the infinite beyond the satellite-strewn sky of the earth. I want the 200 billion galaxies and the endless stars and other heavenly bodies there. I want the dark space there. The infinite space. The endless mystery. The heart of diversity.

My sky is not about oneness. It is about the many, very many, the infinite.

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  1. CareenaSeptember 1, 2023 at 11:23 AM

    I sense layers of thoughts behind this post. But i'll just talk about the space bit. What an irony that we've sent satellites above to understand the beyond but can no longer spot it in this deluge! Everything is a threat these days, can a meteor drop and just finish us already! its not like we're going to see it coming ;)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 1, 2023 at 12:22 PM

      Yes, Careena, I intentionally made it multilayered - like the cosmos, like you and me.

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  2. Yamini MacLeanSeptember 1, 2023 at 2:30 PM

    Hari OM
    ... meanwhile, mysteries continue to be revealed in the very depths of our oceans, right here on the planet that spawned us... mystery is there to keep us occupied, it seems... YAM xx

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 1, 2023 at 4:15 PM

      No doubt, there will always be new mysteries to engage us.

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  3. magiceyeSeptember 1, 2023 at 6:19 PM

    The numbers are scary. But it would be a shame if we were not a part of that threat wouldn't it? 😉

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