Last night, the reboot of “Cosmos: A Space-Time Odesy” with new host, astrophysicist Neil deGrasse Tyson premiered, and it was stunning, conceptually and visually.
It is nearly impossible for us to imagine our tiny, minuscule, microscopic place in the universe. Here we are, on our little planet out in the boonies of our solar system, and in every conceivable direction, there are stars. And with those stars, there are planets, planets as plentiful and scattered as sand.
The idea that we are the lone planet of life seems ludicrous when you see the sheer volume of possibility out there in the darkness. There must be life elsewhere, but it’s unlikely we will ever cross paths. There’s a kind of tragedy in that.
Or maybe it would be worse if we met, humans being humans and they being whoever they are. Maybe violence is inevitable in such a meeting, as Stephen Hawking suggests. Or maybe the thought of finding living, breathing beings where there might only have been nothing is bigger.
It probably depends on the human. And it probably depends on the them.
But there is some comfort in the vastness of space. There is some comfort in the thought that we are all, as Tyson puts it, “Made of star-stuff.”
It puts things in perspective.