Sitting down on a bench in front of a series of photographs of constellations
at the Maison Européenne de la Photographie in Paris,
everything inside of me slowed down and the sounds from the room receded.
Contemplating the suspended blackness with bright points of luminosity
organized my thoughts.
Its vastness and mystery offered me a feeling of infinite possibilities for order.
The nocturnal realm in front of me
knew violence, rupture, radical temperatures.
Yet there it was
exuding silence, beauty and understanding.
A text next to the photographs talked about
the extreme elegance and poetry of deep space,
and the idea that
stars guide us when we are lost,
helping us find our way in actual space and in the spaces of our minds;
and that they open up avenues to knowledge,
offering us perspective on both ourselves and the universe around us.
I surrendered to their unknown.