When we were children, my brother and I, we lay on the front lawn, night after night, staring and the stars.
"What are they, really?" One of us would ask.
"How far away are they?"
"Could anyone ever get that far?"
Inevitably, one of us would ask, "What's beyond the stars?"
And the other would say, "What beyond that?"
And the other would reply, "And what's beyond that?" and so on.
Sometimes, we would creep ourselves out. Sometimes, we felt peaceful and expansive. Sometimes, we drifted into a companionable bliss.
We ask those same questions, now, as adults. The air goes electric, reality hums. Walls fade and disappear. And no, we aren't on drugs. We just share this incredible intensity, still, in our mid-sixties, all these years later.