Life is like a line.
It is a single line,
endless from beginning to start.
You can only see
as far as your horizon takes you,
and that is why the line is endless.
That line remains,
and only you make it move.
You can make it move
every time you make a decision.
Every time you deviate
from what makes you still,
in beautiful vibrations of life.
And so it began – the chaotic void of all space and time stirred,
and contracted, and breathed in explosive thought.
In a pop and a crack and a bang there was love, and love lived
in ignorant bliss. Space and time sat around love,
watched it grow, and had it do great things for them.
Over time, love spread across space and time to the point of infinity,
of near-motionlessness, and it was at this point that love grew lonely.
Time and space felt this longing for awareness and understanding,
and knew what love needed. Love needed life.
Love needed life to be loved.
Time and space had love create life,
and with sweet satisfaction, it gave birth
to the moons, the planets, and the stars.
The elements of life stirred and swirled in a universe of color,
and love no longer knew what it meant to be lonely.
The essence of the sun shows us, in the emptiness of space, objects of reflection. It shows us that we exist – one thing looking at the other, the other looking back – an infinite respect and understanding that there is something else out there. Do you see the constant back and forth? This is this because this is this. A rose is a rose is a rose, a trinity Gertrude Stein saw all too well.
But if we were to step away from it with a third-person perspective on all things, we would understand the true experience of life, living on a marble of water and fire and earth and wind, the four elements of life that provide self-awareness on an unmeasurable scale. We are blessed with cognitive thought, and cursed with it’s emotional reactions. Love and hate, the strongest feelings we have, are synonymous. It all depends on your connection to the thing, your attraction, your attention. Why do you hate, why do you love? Reasons for this are hard to explain without emotion, without self-awareness.
The emptiness of boredom strikes hardest when your incessant attempts to find a purpose bear no fruit. A feeling of hopelessness manifests and begins to unroll a downward spiral of depression. We must find purpose out there. With all this seemingly free time, there is a talent we all have that can be marketed. What to do? How can we do it? Why? What’s the point of trying? The point is – we are better than the next, better qualified to see the world as it is, better prepared to fit into any open space, seamlessly willing to do what others will not.
“… – “
“Honey, tell me what’s wrong.”
“… – “
“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, it means you’re breaking up with me.”
I stayed silent, looking in her eyes with a sad expression. She knew.
I nodded my head wearily, only once, as if ashamed. I was ashamed. I broke the heart of an angel.