Universal Irony Division: Things don’t fall down, they fall inward.
There is no up or down in space.
And you, dear ones, are floating through space on a giant rock.
Its gravity pulls you inward to safety.
Inward for grounding.
Inward for growth and evolution, because you grow from this inward direction.
Everything operates from this principle. Clouds of gases in space fall inward, collapsing under their own weight to emerge as bright, shining stars. And so do you!
Galaxies form from supermassive black holes pulling everything inward, keeping it all together. Isn’t it great to know you have this force looking out for you all the time, helping you keep it together? You are not doing it alone, you have an entire fucking galaxy supporting you!
Now it’s good to know that, isn’t it?
=D
