Time Bending

I once asked an acquaintance why she liked astronomy, and she said,

It’s reassuring to know we’re part of something bigger. It gives you so much perspective, that we’re just a small part of the universe, that x billion years from now the sun will explode and swallow up the earth.

Loquat’s Time Bending is a song about how small we are relative to the universe. Maybe we can’t explore everything, and can’t know everything because of some built-in limitation. But the song isn’t a gloomy song, it’s a beautiful one—because the vastness just makes the victories of what we can discover, and what we can explore, more beautiful.

Over break I made a music video for Time Bending, and I’ve finally finished editing it:

Lyrics (from http://artists.letssingit.com/loquat-lyrics-time-bending-kgm8wls#axzz2sm76kR00)

Can’t see it midday; it all comes at night.
If you’re lucky to see it – all the glittering light
You’ll know that there’s something else to it.
There are millions more, not just gas and core.
It’s the distance from suns, and there’s more than just one.

There’s so many of them, and they’re so far away.
We can’t bend time to get there, and can barely even see.
The pictures they take give us clues, yet each one is from the past.
I don’t know my purpose in this, but it’s obvious it’s minuscule at best.

Other oceans in space, busy with life:
They are parallel places, unreachable sights.
It’s strange, but there’s something else to it.
There are millions more, not just gas and core.

There’s so many of them, and they’re so far away.
We can’t bend time to get there, and can barely even see.
The pictures they take give us clues, yet each one is from the past.
I don’t know my purpose in this, but it’s obvious it’s minuscule at best.

You see the lights ahead, as they’re flying in?
Will they find us first, or will we find them?
If we could take the trip, it’d be a giant risk.
What if we never find our way back to our little atmosphere again?

There’s so many of them, and they’re so far away.
We can’t bend time to get there, and can barely even see.
The pictures they take give us clues, yet each one is from the past.
I don’t know my purpose in this, but it’s obvious it’s minuscule at best.