To Collocate The Stars

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Sabasim

When the world started,

there was nothing more than a tiny pin prick of 

pure light 

in an infinite expanse of darkness

that was no color 

and every color

 all at once, until that tiny pin prick, 

smaller than the eyelet of needle compared to the void of shadow surrounding it, 

exploded.

What usually is associated with violence,

created the first bits of stardust,

stardust 

which smashed together to create the first universe,

 which harbored the first galaxy,

 which held the first solar systems,

 comprised of the first planets and stars,

 and after a few billion years,

 that tiny pin prick finally got it right and the first

life 

was created.

Only three and a half billion years later,

here you are, 

a beautifully complex creature completely capable of thought, 

emotion, 

speech, 

not to mention you've got damn opposable thumbs! 

each generation an evolution of the last 

making them new and exciting by themselves, you, evolutional progress just by being born, by being 

you.

It's a proven scientific fact that everything in the universe,

more importantly, 

our world, 

is made out of the aforementioned stardust, 

you, 

me, 

the spoon you used for cereal this morning, 

the dirt your house -- also made of the stardust -- was built on, 

all made out of the same inter-galactic bits, 

put together in order to create the 

boisterously loud

or 

observantly quiet 

personalities each of us have hidden deep inside our stardust-sweaters and stardust-pockets,

 tucked between stardust-books on stardust-shelves, 

and trapped under the soles of our green stardust-high tops.

This dust is microscopic particles of 

ancient stars, 

the gleaming, 

shimmering, 

blazing hot balls of burning gas millions upon millions of light-years away, 

that make you a relic born only years ago, 

you belong in a museum, 

you incredible, 

ancient, 

completely improbable work of 

Divine Art.    

-M.W.