Enjoy this gallery of tattoos celebrating the many wonders of the cosmos by Baam as we take a second to ponder what it would be like to boldly go where no one has gone before.
As you surge further and further into the darkness, you realize something. This isn't your story. This isn't anyone's story. You aren't a main character, hell you're barely even an extra. You look down at your home planet and realize that the time you are spending on it may seem significant to you, but in actuality, you are just a grain of sand on a beach. A raindrop in an ocean.
That's the power of space, really. Explorers look up at the sky, longing for a better life, longing for a discovery, a frontier to embark on, but once you're up there...man, you can't even realize what you're seeing. Everything in your life seems trivial, every decision you made that caused you stress, every argument, every relationship, it all doesn't matter. The universe chugs along, and will continue to chug along without you.
You see, the majesty of space is that it helps you realize the glory of it all. Sure, you may be recognized as a hero to some, an enemy to others, but in the grand scheme of things, you are a nothing. Well, I won't say nothing, you're barely anything, and those problems you think you have today may erode in the morning, and the universe will think nothing of it.
Just as this sentiment starts to resonate with you, something happens. Something doesn't feel right. The ship is no longer surging through space, penetrating the sky. It's rumbling, it's angry. We were off to explore space, but space had other plans.
Pieces of our ship begin littering the universe like a confetti that celebrates space's grand victory over us. Our ship, falling apart, is doing its best to keep us alive for a few more moments. We know it won't hold. We know we only have a finite amount of time before we become one with the universe, we become one with the void.
The ship burns up. It's funny, somehow in space's eternal cold, this fire exists in our fuselage. As it tears away layers of the aircraft, you simultaneously feel the heat and the bitter cold reaching for the nape of your neck. You accept this. It's all going to plan. You look around, and your friends, your coworkers, your colleagues are doing the same.
The void takes you. It swaddles you in all of her glory, and as you look down at your former home, you know that you are in a better place. You have become one with the universe, and that is the only gift that you could ever want.