Can Thoughts Travel at the Speed of Light?

My Portrait

Cosmic Musings

The space between the stars is vast, but it's never silent. The universe hums its eternal song out to us, we just need find to find the right wavelength.

"For thin is the veil betwixt man and the godless deep. The skies are haunted by that which it were madness to know; and strange abominations pass evermore between earth and moon and athwart the galaxies. Unnameable things have come to us in alien horror and will come again. And the evil of the stars is not as the evil of earth."

― Clark Ashton Smith, The Beast Of Averoigne

'What does cosmic musing even mean? Sounds pretentious'

Every atom in our body, every organism on this planet, we all came from stardust. Here's the thing: Even now as you're reading this, millions of neutrinos are travelling through you right now. We're basically on a space rock that's floating around the sun, which is revolving around the center of the galaxy at 514,000 mph! Nothing stays still in space.

In this information age of urban squalor, I really feel that space (and nature) is the only way I can feel re-enchanted again.

Current Reads

I've been reading the following:

  • Thomas Ligotti's The Conspiracy Against the Human Race: It somehow belays every signle thought I've ever had about space and pessimism.
  • Eugene Thacker's In the Dust of This Planet: Very lyrical and not as nihilistic as Ligotti.
  • Ray Bradbury's There Will Come Soft Rains: It had this sort of quiet devastation that honestly wrecked me. I got the recommendation from Tale Foundry.