Since childhood, I’ve been deeply drawn to the sky. Every time I looked up, it stirred something restless and beautiful within me—a quiet urge to understand it.Why is the sky blue?What lies above it?And above that?Is there an endpoint to the sky at all? These questions would constantly move through my mind, layering one over the other. As a child, I never found their answers. Growing up, science did explain many of them—logically, factually. But on a spiritual level, I believe I’m still standing between those same questions, still searching, still wondering. No matter the time of day—morning, afternoon, evening, or night—whenever I looked at the sky, I felt an…