From the perspective of light, eight minutes from the sun to Earth is a trip to the local shop. 7-ish hours to Pluto is a flight across the Atlantic or a rush-hour drive from Manchester to London. By that logic, the distances are only impossible because we don't live long enough to know what it's like.

What if you go smaller? What is the space between one land an another for a bird migrating south for the winter, looking down at nothing but blue and up but nothing but a different blue? What about the space between one bacterium and the next? Or the distance between an atom and its orbiting electron from the perspective of the atom?

What if you take it further and look at your connection to other people as your own gravitational pull? You might have gone through a fair bit of nothingness before you found them.

The infinite possibilities of the universe.

More terrifying, if you ask me, is the possibility that out of all this stuff we might very well be the only significant thing in all of it.