We are born in destruction and exist in creation.
When we look out at the Universe, its eyes are looking back at us. We are blinking at each other, the stars just as close to death as us.
The beautiful lights shine across space like time travel, mapping out a three-dimensional existence. Moonlight is one second into the Moon's history as sunlight is an eight minute trip into the past.
The cosmos are like branches, spreading off and engulfing as one big whole. Everything is a part of this one whole. Time itself isn't linear so what will become of everything when its displaced?
What is eternal? It is a very human term.
The earth will crumble when the sun will burst and the galaxy will bend only into something new.
But if this is true, what can we make of myself and you?
We say we are stardust and what the Universe is, is us, but our minds have not been present in many ways. The ways in which we measure things acts as though it's all our way, when the universe is grander than understanding age.
