We are tiny, short-lived beings looking in wonder at the energetic and mysterious things that go bump in the universe. That we can make any sense of them at all is astonishing. But that we try is a given. After all, they are our cousins. Always changing. Under pressure. Sometimes caving in. Sometimes exploding. Frequently colliding. Following patterns laid down long ago. Frantic, tempestuous, luminous, self-destructive, creative.
Brilliant.
Even if for just an instant.