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Talking like myself for once... Thank you stars.
13 years ago
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I saw a new life come into the world crying it's first tears.
I don't think I've ever posted a journal on here with real meaning attached to it and I doubt many people I speak to on this site could imagine this is how I actually talk in person when you just sit down with me. I actually write like this a lot.. because I write merely trying to keep up with things I would say out loud. I don't want to call myself a poet, writer, philosopher or allow you to believe this is all meant to be impressive. I don't care if you comment. I just want to say something just once on this site that is me talking... not my fursona.
It seems a person really can measure themselves by the stars..
I don't mean the cliche of feeling small in comparison though that may be the first thought for most. I mean the way we take them and attach them to our own lives.. trying to find our own meaning.. Do you look for the constellations? Seeking the mythology, symbolism and cultural history that shaped beasts and hero's out of glimmers of light? ... Do you glare away the clouds looking only onward wanting more and more... to stare harder and harder grasping for every last star that you can focus in on? Or do you smile at those clouds.. smile at the belief that these stars are merely a blanket around this planet.. around your world and life that contain it in some way?
Perhaps you see it as a special and unique place so rare the universe is unneeded and religion does enough. You could see a single God molding it into this complex life force... you could see multiple gods dueling in the chaotic natures as passionate as our own mortal emotions.. you could merely assume there are beings in the flashes of light and cast off shadows that can't be measured or explained fully with science but give the world a sense of true magick. The stars are merely a top layer that pushes things down into their place. But, are you the soul who sees that layer as something to be broken? That has and is broken... Knowing this home is nothing more than material gravity forces together and that you are a tiny dot not even comparable to the smallest star your eyes can make out.
Do you get a sadness knowing those twinkles of light are just memories? Do you mourn starry souls drifting in the galaxy from their original point to your eyes like dead spirits cast off to heaven? Or do they remind you of what's pure and new.. a simpler way of thinking? You can try to count them, name them, measure them but you will always fall short. Does giving them a number make you feel secure? Or does it make you worry mankind is turning even the most beautiful sight into a cold geometric paper in a file? When you get a chance to be far away enough from the city to have a better view do you scorn the buildings for keeping it from you? Or do you want to cry because you're so grateful you get this chance? Do you wish you could stay forever... always seeing new ideas and philosophies as people have done for centuries or maybe it scares you every time you feel a little more shrunken and cast away in darkness?
If you've given any real time to them.. you've probably thought all of these things, even if you would rather focus on the few that give you hope or simple joy for nature. Every time you mark a constellation before a poetic moment you have to wonder if your brain is allowing you more or taking it away. Is mankind really doing more with technology and being able to explore, heal, grow and adapt to make us the most important creatures? Or would it be better if we had never evolved a brain that can even wonder such a question? Is your poetic experience with these tears of the galaxy the thing that keeps your heart beating? If so, would you give it up for the chance that the few stars that remain could be there for as long as the Earth can hold itself together? Are you that important? Are you alone? Are you part of something bigger?
It seems for every star that exists a single soul could ask even fewer questions if given a lifetime of night skies to witness. And in the words of the ever thoughtful father figure in a Disney classic: "Then I guess there's just one problem left..." "And what's that your majesty?"
Are you going to remember these stellar inspired thoughts when the sun rises again and if so, does it even make a difference?
It seems a person really can measure themselves by the stars..
I don't mean the cliche of feeling small in comparison though that may be the first thought for most. I mean the way we take them and attach them to our own lives.. trying to find our own meaning.. Do you look for the constellations? Seeking the mythology, symbolism and cultural history that shaped beasts and hero's out of glimmers of light? ... Do you glare away the clouds looking only onward wanting more and more... to stare harder and harder grasping for every last star that you can focus in on? Or do you smile at those clouds.. smile at the belief that these stars are merely a blanket around this planet.. around your world and life that contain it in some way?
Perhaps you see it as a special and unique place so rare the universe is unneeded and religion does enough. You could see a single God molding it into this complex life force... you could see multiple gods dueling in the chaotic natures as passionate as our own mortal emotions.. you could merely assume there are beings in the flashes of light and cast off shadows that can't be measured or explained fully with science but give the world a sense of true magick. The stars are merely a top layer that pushes things down into their place. But, are you the soul who sees that layer as something to be broken? That has and is broken... Knowing this home is nothing more than material gravity forces together and that you are a tiny dot not even comparable to the smallest star your eyes can make out.
Do you get a sadness knowing those twinkles of light are just memories? Do you mourn starry souls drifting in the galaxy from their original point to your eyes like dead spirits cast off to heaven? Or do they remind you of what's pure and new.. a simpler way of thinking? You can try to count them, name them, measure them but you will always fall short. Does giving them a number make you feel secure? Or does it make you worry mankind is turning even the most beautiful sight into a cold geometric paper in a file? When you get a chance to be far away enough from the city to have a better view do you scorn the buildings for keeping it from you? Or do you want to cry because you're so grateful you get this chance? Do you wish you could stay forever... always seeing new ideas and philosophies as people have done for centuries or maybe it scares you every time you feel a little more shrunken and cast away in darkness?
If you've given any real time to them.. you've probably thought all of these things, even if you would rather focus on the few that give you hope or simple joy for nature. Every time you mark a constellation before a poetic moment you have to wonder if your brain is allowing you more or taking it away. Is mankind really doing more with technology and being able to explore, heal, grow and adapt to make us the most important creatures? Or would it be better if we had never evolved a brain that can even wonder such a question? Is your poetic experience with these tears of the galaxy the thing that keeps your heart beating? If so, would you give it up for the chance that the few stars that remain could be there for as long as the Earth can hold itself together? Are you that important? Are you alone? Are you part of something bigger?
It seems for every star that exists a single soul could ask even fewer questions if given a lifetime of night skies to witness. And in the words of the ever thoughtful father figure in a Disney classic: "Then I guess there's just one problem left..." "And what's that your majesty?"
Are you going to remember these stellar inspired thoughts when the sun rises again and if so, does it even make a difference?
