The Vast, Beautiful Poetry of the Cosmos

Let me tell you about the cosmos. It's big. It's bigger than anything you can imagine. See that bus outside? It's at least as big as three of those. Possibly bigger.

The cosmos is also called the universe. Besides being big, it's really great. The universe is made of science, and science is real.

There are so many things in the big universe. There are planets made out of diamonds and magnets. There are stars of every color: blue, white, yellow, and maybe even red. There's also a lot of dust. Ever wonder where dust comes from, and why you have to dust every day? The dust comes from the universe.

Here's the thing you've got to remember: Your tiny mind is in the cosmos. The cosmos is bigger than your mind. But you use your mind to think about the cosmos and stuff, so it's kind of in your mind. Wait, what? That's right. The cosmos is not only bigger than you think, but it's bigger than you even CAN think in your puny man-mind. Think about that for a while.

The universe has its own music. They call it the music of the spheres. Spheres are all the stars and planets and shit, they rotate around and make humming noises that are even better than Sublime. And I mean the classic shit, not Sublime with Rome or whatever. 

There are some parts of the universe you can't see. Black holes and stuff. Gravity. Time and space bend around sometimes. If a black hole is right next to you, can you see it? j/k man, don't freak out. It doesn't matter. Hah see what I did there?

Even though the universe is really big, some of it is really small. Subatomic particles are so small and weird that they just kind of disappear sometimes. Where do they go? If they behave that way, how can we really know anything? Did you really read this article? I don't know, man, you tell me.  

You tell me if your mind was just blown by the cosmos.