The need for space, a buffer and medium between things is a truly universal phenomenon. In this article the cosmos is illustrated in parallel toward groups of individuals who are closely related genetically.
There are many names to describe this organic grouping of individuals. The most controversial is race, and I can show that this shares the same dimensions as the macrocosm of space. In this article, race is here understood to be a microcosm of a higher pattern in nature and yet a macrocosm of individuals. Whether you associate with your peers via race, ethnicity, tribe, buddies whatever. Try and understand this.
So our planet, beautiful as it is, is only this way because it keeps to itself – it has a gravity yet it has its limits, everything has a gravity and things gravitate toward it if they share a close proximity — but what if it somehow defied the natural gravity, creating a super gravity on steroids that simply allowed all matter to come ‘in’ as it pleased?
One thing would fall almost immediately, and that is the life that resides on its surface — asteroids then begin to bizarrely sinkhole into the Earth, impacting and devastating the terrestrial life, reducing the biomass into nothing and then melting the crust into molten rock — if that was bad enough, further still the planetary collisions would rip the Earth into tiny pieces killing all multicellular organisms for good, billions of years of struggle — for what?
Soon enough in our fictional example, Jupiter would invite itself and engulf the Earth and swallow it whole, then Jupiter sucks in Saturn and every other mass in the solar system thanks to this warped, unnatural and disharmonic gravity. The Sun then is absorbed, then the stellar neighbourhood, then the galaxy — you get the picture.
This of course could never happen in reality? We have a brilliant non-existent thing called space, just like our evil discriminatory non-existent thing called race. It’s made of a little mass, and a lot of distance (be it light-years, or in our individual lives, how distant our genes are). This open space allows us to exist isolated so that our planet may be independent and raise its life free from the devastating, bone cracking gravity of the giants.
Space allows us to exist isolated away from things which ultimately destroy the life on our Earth, we don’t have to worry about blackholes swallowing up our planet, nor intense gamma rays sterilising and peeling off our atmosphere, vaporising our flesh from supernova. We are distant and cold to these extremes.
In space, Earth is a microcosm of the cosmos at large, everything it is made of is thanks to the ancestral stars whose death composed the very rock beneath our feet. If it wasn’t for our ancestors, both stars and people, we wouldn’t be where we stand today — because the conditions for our existence would not be here.
Our planet is one of many in our star system, yet many other star systems each have their own planets — there are billions, each supports its own conditions, some more favourable to life than others. It allows there to be billions, therefore more chances of success.
Through this great expanse of space, many planets, many worlds, may co-exist with their own shining light. Yet it is our very own star, our Sun that provides our world with the light it needs to survive.
Our Sun is warm, the other Sun’s are cold. Meditate on this contrast of dimensions, see the parallel, the cosmic pattern that is living throughout ecology.
Each point is a microcosm, each part of a much larger ecology in the galaxy. Each race, ethnicity is a microcosm, each part of a much larger human ecology, these part of a much larger terrestrial ecology of species on our Earth.
We should know better than to deny the prior conditions toward our existence, and know what we are doing with them, to find a common centre between the global and the local, to revolve around and receive the warmth. A stable homeland able to appreciate the magnificence of our neighbours — in their own space, from our own space.