Why I Use ‘Astronaut Lost in Space' on My Profiles.
No, I do not want to be an astronaut.
It is for the meaning I attach to the art.
An astronaut lost in space is more less like the history of our species in the universe — we are lost and clueless about a space we’ve come to call home.
We live on a tiny marble that is about one millionth (1/1,000,000th) the size of our immediate sun. And our sun? It’s actually considered a medium-sized star in a universe filled with hundreds of billion massive stars [1,2].
But do we feel that small? No! We are actually the most arrogant beings to ever walk the earth. We made gods that care about us so much, he could smite a whole nation for his people over something trivial on a cosmic scale.
We are lost in space, and that’s a puzzle to solve. There are two options here: we either create speculative meaning like those two characters in Samuel Beckett’s “Waiting for Godot" [3], or we pursue our curiosity with science.
The grand question may not be why we are here, but how we got here.
Are we living in a simulation? Did a god create the universe in six days, or we are actually a product of years of evolution? Did we get here by chance? If there ever is a god, are they (or she?) interested in being worshipped like a maniac dictator would do on earth? If god ever was incarnated on earth, why would he choose to walk on water and not help us with the laws of physics and medicine that actually don’t operate on faith? Are other intelligent life out there in the cosmos, or we, really, are alone?
I’m just a lost soul, and consciously accepting that heals the buzzing existential crises I face every waking day.
