Sunset Over Bethany

Chapter 1 - Field

Chapter 1 - Field

“How you feeling Abby?”

            “I’m feeling good,” she paused and closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh, “Really good.” Her delicate face was caressed by the light of the moon as she lay there on the soft grass of the open field. It was a cold night, unusually chilly for the summer, but she was wrapped in the tall grasses around her and the boy she had only met five weeks ago. She liked him, but there was something in the back of her mind saying she wasn’t ready. She was never ready.

            “When you look at the stars, don’t they seem like they’re trying to tell you something?”

            “You mean like astrology?”

“No, more like implying something rather that us trying to find a meaning”

“I don’t know what you mean” She looked over at him, his grey eyes still looking up to the skies.

“Well for me, when I look up at the stars and the world gets all quiet at night, I get this feeling that there’s some sort of cosmic meaning for everything that we do. It’s not like the stars play a role in our fates, it’s like-“, he tried hard to find the words, “-it’s hard to explain. Give me a minute to think about it”

She loved him for the dreamer that he was. He always had this tendency to just speak his mind about anything that he thought about. There was a long pause.

“Think about how big everything is compared to us. We live on a planet that is part of our solar system that is part of our galaxy which is only an infinitely small portion of the universe. And at this moment, millions of stars are exploding and swirling back into form, whose sheer size are mind boggling to even comprehend. And here we are, just lying on the grass of my uncle’s field just watching maybe a small fraction of the big picture. We only see through one, no actually, two holes at this great wonder of life, our eyes, but we hardly pay attention, or even care about the things others see. If our consciousnesses aren’t part of one big mind, then it’s impossible for us to guide our own lives, don’t you think? We’re more like ghosts moving around a spiritual plane and we can’t even see each other. We’re ghosts to ghosts!”

He chuckled; it sort of was a funny phrasing.

“And if we’re just wandering around we don’t actually have any control on our lives, which is why I think all of creation, or whatever you believe in, is being controlled in a way; I don’t know if it’s God or timey-wimey space stuff or a great spaghetti monster in the sky, but our lives aren’t our own. You need an action to cause a reaction, so in a way, our lives are predestined which makes everything so hard to comprehend”

Abby thought long and hard.

“I don’t know if I agree with you”