Know that if you've ever sat alone on a park bench staring out across an empty world wondering where you fit in, I'm with you. That if you've ever laid down on the grass in a public park on a lazy summer day and gazed deep into an endless infinity wondering "why me?" I'm with you. That if you've ever wondered if you're alone, I'm with you.

The human experience is scary and scarce, but packed dense against a strange pebble in space. If this is getting a little too abstract and pretentious for you I apologize, I'll bring it back to reality, the world is small, and that's the truth. But the truth is boring. What's more exciting is the unknown, the wonderment, the ideas that challenge everything we think we know. The motivation to break the limit. The terrifying realization that maybe this is all we have. The scary thought that maybe we're alone.

But we all have the sky, something that can tie us all together. Every human experience, laden with limits. The horizon, the finish line that can't be reached. Something far away and looming, ever present and comforting. A conundrum, a contradiction, a colossal canopy of creative challenge. And us, calling calamity while crafting cozy commodities, cramped on a carcass of a long-dead creature. We win.

I've often sat and wondered about it all, staring out into a lake, the reflection of the sky against it. Throughout the day every shade represented as if these watercolors were the foundation of the planet's beauty. I found the easel and the palette, now I just need to find the painter. Or figure out which art gallery we are hung from and why. If you've ever stared into the sky and wondered, I'm with you.

But it's nonsense. I know it. We all know it. We can find the answers we want, we can make our own. That's what's wonderful about us: We are endless and vast, and can contradict the fact that we have no idea what we're doing by creating purpose where there wasn't any to begin with. I've grown so tired of trying to find out the answer, so instead I focus inward on us.

I've spent some time here and I feel like I don't know anything. It feels that for all I've learned none of it adds up. I've sat and looked into a sky that goes infinitely outward, and thought about it with a mind that goes infinitely inward, and I'm stuck between two infinities. I've realized it's hopeless, and in a way it's comforting. Because no matter where I go there's always more. Be it the calm purple twilight of a summer's night, or an incredible destructive storm that terrifies you to your core, it's always there.

We are infinity, for a little while.
We are beautiful, dangerous things.
We are alive.