The magnificence of the universe! The inmensity of its span! How insignificant we are in the great scheme of things.
Although when little, some of us challenged the "molten core" and looked at it stright in the eye, or so we thought, never mind we spent the rest of the day seeing funny dots everywhere.
Your poem reminds me of so many sci-fi approaches to the veracity of our existence. So much has been hypothesized about who we are, who is charge and how much do we control our destiny.
The possible explanations are way out of our capacity to fathom the complexity of the universe. We'd rather settle for something more tangible, more parrochial, closer to home.
Balads and romances about the motivation of our existence and the purpose of our lives have given us literature and phylosophy and history and so many other disciplines.
Of them all, i settle for literature: Fictions of our reality, which is a fiction.
Lol! That is hilarious.
Yeah, that's true. Paradoxically, it's also interesting how looking expansively into the vastness of the universe can become an obsession in its own right. However, there's always the contrasting comfort of simplicity and the right-now-ness of Earth available to soothe our existential woes—at least, assuming the basic needs of our physical existence are adequately provided. If not, it can feel better to escape to the stars with our minds and spirits!