Cosmic Peace is the feeling I experienced recently, although I confess that when I first saw the headline about aliens, a wave of childhood fear washed over me. Specifically, I imagined those small, ugly green creatures with huge, empty eyes landing in metal saucers. Notably, that sight immediately took me back to my elementary school art class. Indeed, I received a C back then because I forgot to draw antennas on their heads. While my diligent friends with their antennas took home top marks, aliens remained a stressful expectation for me. Therefore, I had to become a Geologist of the Soul to dig beneath these layers.

But then I began to read. Consequently, the author’s words were not a story about an invasion from deep space, but a call to an inner journey. This title, which initially frightened me, suddenly began to soothe my restless spirit. Looking at the sky has always attracted me, just as a magnet attracts a mineral. Specifically, we humans are such beings—always looking up, seeking salvation and hope in that endless blackness. Indeed, Cosmic Peace starts with this upward gaze toward the heights.

After spending time staring into the heights, an inevitable question often arises regarding our true nature. Notably, who am I in this vast whirlpool, and what will remain of us when our fragile geological layer of a body is gone? Specifically, I wonder if our soul, like the lightest crystal, will travel to those distant, glowing dots. Truly, this contemplation leads me directly to the Geology of Silence. Consequently, the search for Cosmic Peace becomes my nightly ritual.

Notably, I absolutely love watching the stars. The night is fascinating, especially from a place where there is no city lighting, where darkness is deep and protective. Specifically, in my last two apartments, my bed has been positioned exactly next to the window. This is not a coincidence; it is my refuge and my anchor. Indeed, I see the sky and the stars every night before I close my eyes. It has become my ritual and my wordless prayer. Often, I whisper to them: “Goodnight, my dear stars, and you moon, please watch over them all.” Truly, this brings me a profound Cosmic Peace.

Furthermore, this is my primary way of connecting with the infinite. While reading how the author breaks down views on consciousness, I felt my internal restlessness merge with the silence. Specifically, this story took me into my own world where I am happy and calm, far from technology or flying saucers. My only preoccupation is this peaceful conversation with the universe observing me through my bedroom window. Therefore, Cosmic Peace is found in the stillness of the night.

Perhaps the answer to the mystery of the universe is not hidden in distant spacecraft or government maps. Specifically, it is found in the peace we feel when we connect with our subconscious. We must dare to admit that we are part of this universe, not separated from the stars I greet every evening. In our search for “the others,” we might have forgotten that we ourselves are the miracle. Consequently, shifting this perspective is a vital part of the Tectonics of Memory. Truly, this is the essence of Cosmic Peace.

When we realize that the unknown is actually a part of us, the fear finally disappears forever. Notably, only silence remains, the same silence I feel while walking through the gardens of Versailles, where history whispers from the stone. There is no need for antennas or grades in art class anymore to feel worthy. All we need is the courage to look at the sky and admit we are part of something much larger. Indeed, this is the core of Cosmic Peace.

Maybe life is exactly that—a process of remembering what we forgot while we were growing up. Specifically, growing up is not just about learning, but about gently removing layers of dust from our soul so it can shine again. Today, as I look through the window, I know I am not alone in this world. The stars are there, the moon protects them, and I am safe. Consequently, Cosmic Peace ensures I can sleep peacefully tonight. Goodnight to all, and goodnight, my dear stars.