When the sun and all its visions slips around the corner to trick the other side of the world, step out, look up, and see. Really see. We are standing in eternity. One dot, staring out at a thousand others, with more emptiness than substance between.
When the sun returns, she draws the blue shades, and turns on the lights, to illuminate that which is immediate and close.
Is it more fearful to be tethered to this rock, or floating in space?
There will be a day when it ends for us. There can be no other way. A day when one generation will not beget the next; when a generation will be the last generation.
And who can say what is worse? The horrors of that moment, or all the horrors around the world on any given day, or all days cumulated throughout time. Our time. This strange human existence.
Both day and night, we are powerless. We are as clueless about meteors and black holes as we are about relationships and our own ambitions.
It doesn't feel like our choice. We just have this life. And this black and blue sky. And this awareness.
And, it seems, awareness will always have fear as its shadow
and courage in its bones.
