Sometimes, as Stephen King said, the most mind-boggling thing is size. Size conquers all. The sheer size of the known universe, for example, crushes the mind when you just consider it.
As I think about the mysteries and wonders in creation, usually my mind turns to the insanely vast reaches of space. Recently, scientists discovered a galaxy that is much, much larger than any galaxy was expected to be capable of. The physical limits on the size of a galaxy that scientists previously held were horribly outdone by this newly discovered galaxy. We already lived in a universe where there were thought to be hundreds of billions of galaxies and each galaxy having billions of stars (the Milky Way is estimated to have about roughly 100 billion stars on its own). Now we have to deal with the fact that not only will we discover more galaxies, but that those galaxies may already dwarf our galaxy like a skyscraper dwarfs an ant.
The sheer size comparison terrifies me.
When presented with this information, what else can a human brain think about than “what is all of that space for?” Aren’t you inclined to ask why in blue blazes Someone would create all of that area? Especially when humans almost certainly will never experience it! Think, for instance, about a pebble on a planet, oh let’s say about 20 billion galaxies over. In that galaxy, there might be a few hundred billions stars, each with their own planets and seasons and whatnot. And this pebble sits in a crater the size of the earth that was made ages ago by some meteor that was the size of our moon. What is that pebble’s purpose?
I believe in Intelligent Design (that Someone willfully created the universe), so how can I not wonder what the point of all that material is?
So with that in mind, I like to entertain the idea that some other form of life moves and lives and breathes in that immense, undiscovered space. I like to think of them as “macrobes,” as C.S. Lewis calls them. Too big for the eye to see. Maybe older than we can imagine and perhaps occupying different dimensions or spiritual planes of existence than we can fathom.
Maybe they have a galaxy. Maybe they have galaxies. Maybe they matter to us in ways we can’t come close to understanding yet.
Maybe one of them is named Seth.
