We could count the stars on the sky for madness or for boredom. But often we forget to number us too, the only star, the only planet, the only sun that really matters! We look at the Universe with a strange distrust, it feels like we couldn’t imagine that there are other worlds, and other realities, and other places where different people love, hate, kill and live. So reality hits us permanently with her dark side hidden in the shadow: what we cannot see, see us. However, step by step, things that we don’t see begin to be visible and we start to feel the absence of that kind of stuff we were accustomed.
We are just a little part of the Universe and as long as there will be a balance, harmony will exist too. But a man is a chaotic being who will tend to assume the role of knowledge and he will be unable to understand and face up the infinity of the unknown. Man hasn’t been created to be happy but to oscillate between the madness of discovering things and the boredom of harmony. Happiness is just a bait which is going to keep him in the race till the end.
I often wonder why the universe exists. I would like to know what is behind all that, are there any aliens or unknown creatures. Are there other civilizations? I don’t think I will ever know those big mysteries of life. And in my opinion, even if we would discover them we couldn’t be able to understand everything. I’m afraid of the future and beside that I can’t stop wondering if someday I will certain know that there are other civilizations. I know it sounds a little crazy but I do believe in aliens. These are just some thoughts which pass through my mind about the universe.



