The Gravity Between Us

 Gravity, like life itself, is a constant force of nature. It is a powerful attraction. Invisible but real. Gravity is kismet, it knows every move we make. It binds us, and confines us, to this world in which we live. We are drawn to it, and held by it. We are meant to be together. 

The closer we are to each other, the stronger the bond that we share. 

 No one better humanized the vastness of the cosmos than a visionary thinker by the name of Carl Sagan. He personified the physics of what it means to be alive. The luminescence of our being. The biophysics of our soul. Suspended as we humans are on this microscopic planet, we are tethered to the universe by gravity alone. We are held in place, in time and space, by the energy between us.

 For all of our searching in all of these years, wrote Sagan, the only thing that makes the emptiness more bearable is each other.  

 Thoreau preceded Sagan, but I am sure they both agreed, that the future is an aftermath of living in the moment. That you live your life, as if your life, were measured by a heartbeat. That you launch yourself on every wave. That time is just a concept. That eternity means nothing more than being present and aware.

 We do not pass into eternity, we create it every day.

 Drifting in-and-out of yesterday I have come to cherish those around me. Those who hold me tight and make things right. Those who share my universe. The energy of Sagan. The spirit of Thoreau. Where time and life and circumstance converge to meld as one.  Where I am whole, and held in place, by the gravity between us.