Everywhere in the world has been discovered. Even outer space, it seems, is full of, well, just boring old space. There has to be more. There has to be more adventure, some magic left in the world.
That more, as it turns out, particularly in our precocious First Grandson's drawing is... Aahh!
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| What It Looks Like In Outer Space. Pencil drawing by First Grandson, 10 years old. |
A black hole. A dying star.
Well, Outer Space Goliath. Where are you?
It is invisible because in a black hole, gravity pulls so much that even light cannot get out.
Gahh. Pull me inside (to the safety of the spaceship, I suppose), an astronaut in outer space pleads.
He must know that swan-diving into one, the top of his head would feel so much more resistless force than the tips of his toes that he would be stretched, longer and longer.
Above him, from the right comes a fiery "astroyed" ramming toward earth. The birds are already saying, Bye bye, while an alien UFO is amazed, Wow, new home.
The entire vault of his outer space is dizzy with stars, seemingly bullying the moon to the side, but kept in place by the sun.
But perhaps, despite the ominous presence of a black hole, the silent and eternal language written in the stars is calming.
That the stars hold the promise of love and will continue to shine for you.
That they're not unreachable.
And that man will not merely endure: he will prevail.
Because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance...
And if I may say so, the creative imagination, such as that of a child's, that affirms, I'm still alive!
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