a question worth asking

Lost in space,
turning,
slowly revolving,
around,
and around,
and around,
never ending darkness,
pitch black yet you can see lights,
faint, barely visible in the infinite reaches of space.
Rolling onwards,
endless eternity for evermore.
wormholes,
blackholes,
galaxies.
galaxies upon galaxies upon galaxies.
where do they end?
we aren't alone.
we can't be alone,
so large and yet alone.
"An ancient philosopher once said,
"Do we gaze at the stars because we are human,
or are we human because we gaze at the stars?"
pointless really,
now do the stars gaze back? that's a question worth asking."
I contemplate this,
laying on my back in the grass,
creak streaming by,
winding slowly through the field, and past the tree that I lay beside,
making its way to an ultimate goal,
and I think,
the stream is like the universe.
so many things are contained in one little speck,
that we know of in an ultimatley infinte region.
Where does it begin?
Where does it end?
How did it get there?
winding slowly,
making it's way out of sight,
and once again I am floating.
turning in circles observing all around me with wonder.
the stars,
and galaxies,
each in themselves containing billions of stars for us to gaze at.
"now do the stars gaze back?"
that's a question worth asking.