and in the dark of the night, the lonely assassin of happiness and certainty screams out at the eternal void, the sparkling lights of dying stars punctuating the darkness with a glimmer of hope, hope he no longer feels inside.
the vastness leaves me with an epiphany, a lightbulb moment of emptiness, that renders everything vain and uninspired, but it's neither uninspired or vain.
our very existence is worthy of something, anything, even if not reverence, but relevance at the very least.
and in the unforgiving, truth-revealing abyss that holds a captive audience at night, I the lonely assassin of happiness and certainty screams the infinite nothingness, as the constellations of old flicker and show signs of constancy. existence is not futile, resistance to the insistence that man is borne of and for nothing, is as arrogant as it is a falsehood.
maybe, just maybe this is the inane mumblings, overlywrought feelings of someone who has had too little sleep, maybe just maybe, the only thing that matters is what matters to us as individuals, everything else it flotsam and jetsam for the rest of this.
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Author's Notes: Looked at the night sky...saw a night sky on a TV show full of stars and was compelled to write this. Full-on stream-of-concsiousness.
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Uh I love this one!!! And your chosen structure too. Nothing like a bit of philosophy and soul searching in the stars. Excellent piece Paul!!
I love your thoughts...so glad you write them down.
I came over here after I read your comment on my Star-filled Sky and I'd not read this before writing mine but I feel echoes here in your piece. Funny. These must be the things that plague us old ones!
Brilliant work. This really makes you think, loved it.
I don't know Sir Paul but everything just seems so irrelevant and insignificant. I have so much more to say but I can't find the right words to put into sentences for it to make sense 😅
Ohhh I loved this. So much. This felt so …. Connected! And in spite of its seemingly dark disguise… it’s probably the more genuinely inspiring and deeply optimistic piece I’ve ever read from you, Paul. Keep these rolling !! ✨✨✨
This reminds me that I sometimes think if I could only better understand myself that I would not feel the need to know the world at all. Really thought-provoking poetry, Paul. Very well done.
Here is it: our very existence is worthy of something, anything, even if not reverence, but relevance at the very least. Says it all, Paul! Fabulous.
It may not seem like much, especially when considering the vastness that is the cosmos, but the present moment is a gift. And while it may not mean much to others or even to ourselves, still it means everything in the moment.
We are human beings and our existence does mean something . Great story
Our very existence is worthy of something. And we don't need to justify it.
Love those moments of epiphany (as fraught as they sometimes feel). I can relate to this piece.