The Opening

This space feels surreal… normally really.

—Jig3125

Space is strange.

“Normally” strange.

Surreal really…

We’re floating on a giant rock.

The rock is moving.

Everything else is moving too.

Nobody seems particularly concerned.

Amazing…

As if flying through an endless cosmic mystery is perfectly normal behavior.

That’s the weirdest part.

Not the universe.

Us…

We’ve become so accustomed to the surreal that we call it ordinary.

A star appears every morning.

No applause.

Galaxies stretch across distances the mind can barely comprehend.

Barely a mention.

The moon follows along.

The opening scene of existence is absolutely wild.

Yet most days we walk right past it.

This space feels surreal…

Normally, really.

— JIG3125