I didn’t read the headlines with my morning coffee today. No politics, no market crashes, no daily noise. Instead, I stared into the infinite.
I read that Voyager 1—launched back when Star Wars was still fresh in theaters—is approaching a distance of one light-day from Earth.
Let that sink in. One. Light. Day.
It means that if a NASA engineer hits “Enter” right now, the signal races at the speed of light through the void, past the Moon, Mars, and Jupiter, all the way to the edge of the solar system... and it takes 24 hours just to arrive.
The probe receives the command, processes it with a 1970s chip that has less computing power than your car key, and replies. Another 24 hours back. Two full days of silence for a single “Copy that.”
Meanwhile, down here on this rock, we lose our minds if someone doesn’t reply on Messenger five minutes after we see the “Seen” receipt. We spiral into anxiety. We fear ghosting. We feel slighted. We demand instant gratification, instant reaction, instant validation.
And all the while, there is this piece of metal, falling outward into the dark for 47 years. It’s freezing out there. Its nuclear heart is slowly cooling. Its instruments are shutting down one by one. But it keeps going.
It carries the Golden Record. Bach, Mozart, the song of a whale, and the sound of a kiss. A message in a bottle thrown into an ocean with no shore.
There is something throat-tighteningly beautiful and infinitely sad about it. Voyager is humanity’s greatest love letter to the universe. We know that, statistically, no one will likely ever read it. But we wrote it, and we sent it anyway. Because hope is stronger than probability.
I think we could learn something from it. About patience. About distance. And about the fact that sometimes, the most important messages don’t get an immediate reply. But they are still worth waiting for.
If Voyager can speak back to home across the silence of 24 billion kilometers, maybe we can survive the few hours it takes for another human being to find the right words.


I enjoyed your post! 🙏🏻 It places so many things into perspective.
Otherwise there were no boundaries to our own being and we too must extend our claims until we lose all definition. Until we must be swallowed up at last by the very void to which we wished to stand opposed. - Cormac McCarthy, The Crossing