After all, what is life but an empty, meaningless and lonely void.
A space which we seek to fill.
A gap between a beginning and an end
about which we know nothing.
I embrace its mystery.
This is what I think as I take my night’s walk under the ever-changing vast expanse, darkly blue.
Tonight there is one constant, as there is every other.
The tufts of cumulus drift without purpose, and stars twinkle for seconds before they vanish again. I smell the salt of the sea; It wafts by, bringing with it memories of the seemingly far away past.
All is transient except for the moon. She offers me solidarity in her steadfast sense of self.
Thus has my life been, ever-changing. I am myself, I am my own constant. The many morsels of knowledge and wisdom I have gathered thus far are mere additions to my soul. The very essence of my being.
I keep my face pointed upward and my eye trained on her.
I believe with every ounce of my Self that
We are all one.
She is surrounded by night, yet glows with her own light, so that she may see.
Looking for what may dispel her solitude.
It is such an unfortunate dance of fate
Only after he retires does she arise. Neither destined to meet.
Both always to be alone.