The deeper you dig into the earth, the farther you go back in time. The older things are
farther under, and buried below memory. Stretching back thousands of years. We judge our
past by what we dig up. Quite fascinating when one notes that the very word ‘human’ is
related to the Latin verb which means ‘bury’. A people who dig in the earth to make a new
home for a lost member of the tribe. A fallen warrior. A mother.

Likewise, as we extend our gaze beyond our moon and the planets in our solar system, past
the Milky Way itself, we see our past again- in the cosmic sense. It shows us as apart of
a grand story. And the deeper we look into space, the farther we look back through time.
We see the way the universe and it’s galaxies used to look. Light from distant stars
taking ages to reach our world.

Here we find ourselves in the middle of this division between the heavens and the earth.
Some say we come from the earth, from dust. Do they know what that really means, or do
they just say that because so many go into it in the end? Deducing birth from death. We’re
made up of the same stuff as the earth, but of the stars as well.  We are ever in the
middle. Prisoners of the present moment.