An excerpt from "My God, It's Full Of Stars" by Tracy K. Smith, who won a Pulitzer this week:
Perhaps the great error is believing we're alone,The poem continues.
That the others have come and gone-a momentary blip-
When all along, space might be chock-full of traffic,
Bursting at the seams with energy we neither feel
Nor see, flush against us, living, dying, deciding,
Setting solid feet down on planets everywhere,
Bowing to the great stars that command, pitching stones
At whatever are their moons. They live wondering
If they are the only ones, knowing only the wish to know,
And the great black distance they-we-flicker in.
(Footage from image sequences from NASA's Cassini and Voyager missions, from Sander van den Berg, via Philip Bump)