Women don’t look at the stars and think about God, destiny, the meaning of life or eternity. Men do. Really women don’t contemplate the spiritual or metaphysical at all.
You've clearly never met a woman who has a fascination with stars in the scientific sense and spergs about the vastness of the known universe and how absolutely tiny everything is on their own, yet forms a beautiful tapestry of somehow-improbable-yet-splendid physics at its finest when put together. The moment
Voyager II passed the heliosphere into interstellar space was the moment mankind entered into the unknown, even if we will never fully understand it in the long-run. It's left in God's hands to decide if mankind can even be acknowledged by any alien life out there because once both
Voyagers and other future probes shut down for good, we'll never know if they get destroyed or found. Would it all be for naught, or have we already succeeded simply because we did the unthinkable in sending a small piece of us out into the stars? I would assume if it was either-or, we would've stopped shooting instruments up into space a long time ago.
I wouldn't say this harrowing thought keeps me up at night, but it's the best I can comprehend about what's out there until I finally die and be allowed to study it without fear of dying horribly or getting perpetually lost. Space is fascinating, scary, and lonely as a mortal, but to a god, it's probably closer to Central Park in terms of scale or comprehensibility. Even God admits that there's worlds without number out there, so how could we even be able to
begin to fathom them as we are now?
Just because most women don't bother to think about stars outside of "muh personal destiny today" or whatever doesn't mean the rest of us don't occasionally look up and marvel or just lose ourselves into the starry night. Hell,
most men nowadays don't even do that if only because there's no time for them to study the stars, or they think there's no sense in it because "Well everything's been conquered and explored already, why bother studying them for navigation or whatever?" or they're too self-absorbed to even think about what's out there. I dunno, sometimes I wonder how it is someone could deny God exists while looking at pictures of all the galaxies and nebulas and stars that we come across, because it seems to me that, given space is a vacuum, all of that was set into motion by some kind of outside force, but it's the "how and why" we can't seem to figure out.
Next you're going to tell me that women think dinosaurs are too childish and fake and gay or something, like it's mentally and intellectually impossible for women to think about prehistory and science and shit simply because we can't turn it into a phallus to shove up our vaginas. Mary Anning didn't discover the full ichthyosaur fossil out of love for the field of paleontology,
clearly she found it because she was hitting puberty and wanted to shove bones up her snatch.
Man, all this intellectual stimulation sure is making me peckish for something phallic and filling. Excuse me while I go stuff my face with a meatball sandwich, it's the womanly thing to do and I must honor my divine nature.