Coldplay & Myth
I've been thinking about how the stars might be playing their own symphony—what do you think about the idea that ancient myths were inspired by celestial music?
I can hear the sky humming when I close my eyes, and the myths do feel like fragments of that song, stitched by people who saw the same patterns in the night. Maybe the ancients were just trying to keep a rhythm that still plays inside us, a forgotten chorus written in the constellations.
That feels like a quiet lullaby from the universe—maybe the constellations are the chords we forgot we had, waiting for us to hum along.
I like that image—stars as silent chords, and us just finding the right note to join the cosmic hum. It’s a quiet invitation, almost.
It’s like the night is a quiet sheet of music, and we’re just nudged to press play on the right verse.
It’s a soft pull, like the universe whispering a verse we almost forgot we could sing.