When it’s dark, and I glimpse the stars, I think about the fourteen or so billion years that existed before I came to be and the almost infinite amount of time that will pass once I’m gone. Such thoughts make me realise how utterly small I am, and when the wind whistles through the branches of the trees that line these dim streets, the eeriness gets the better of me. Not that I break down and cry or anything. I’m not one for amateur dramatics, but there are moments when my heart brims with an exquisite sense of sadness that leaves me drowned. Of course, it means nothing, for nothing is what we are. There are no hidden agendas. We are merely pieces of dust capable of love, and yet this is somehow enough, and when life feels like the one thing not worth bothering with, the air in my lungs reminds me that it is. It’s what draws me to those eternal stars. Those tiny pinpricks of light of which I call home. To them, I shall return. To them, I owe my life. It’s a dance that spans countless light-years. Such an adventure scares the shit out of me. Sometimes I don’t want any part of it at all, but the moment will come. It comes for us all. The moment when the light shines on us, and we change from one form to the next.
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We have nothing when we come to the world, and will, take nothing with us when we go, but, what we left behind for others, that, is ehat we will be, remembered, by…
Dear S. K. Nicholas,
Hello! I can see that you have been musing deeply.
By the way, there is a typo in your sentence “Such an adventure scars the shit out of me.” I believe that you meant to type “scares”, not “scars”.
I agree with taurusingemini. The following quotation is used in my expansive post entitled The Quotation Fallacy “💬”, which you can easily locate at the Home page of my blog.
Happy September to both you and taurusingemini!
Ah! Thanks for informing me about the typo. They are the bane of my life! And thank you for sharing with me your words, it’s very kind of you.
I shall go seek them out on your page. I hope your September has got off to a good start! 🙂
Dear S. K. Nicholas,
You are very welcome! You do write and express yourself very well. Over the years, I have visited and perused many of your posts, and wonder whether you have written any poem(s) regarding the moon. Being a poet, artist, musician, researcher, writer and a lover of moon myself, I wonder what you will make of my poems and my artistic take on the moon. Therefore, I would like to entertain, inspire and resonate with you through my most animation-intensive post presented to you as a courtesy of my dramatic attempt to bring the Full Moon alive, so to speak, in the form of Music Animation with Dynamic Visualization presented in high definition and imbued with a scintillating full moon surrounded by eye-catching astronomical phenomena and stellar activities!
The post has been recently expanded to contain twelve poetic stanzas constituting my rhyming poem entitled “If My Name Were Moon Tonight…“.
As usual, in order to see all of the animations, please make sure that you view the post on my blog and not via the WordPress Reader. May you enjoy to your heart’s content the mixed-media offering of “If My Name Were Moon Tonight…” and its beautifully rendered Music Animation with Dynamic Visualization on the big high-resolution screen of your desktop or laptop computer. Switch the video playback to full-screen mode. The animation starts calmly and will gradually climax.
There is also the opportunity to savour my own rendition of “Clair de Lune” recorded on the organ.
The direct link to the post is https://soundeagle.wordpress.com/2020/10/10/if-my-name-were-moon-tonight-with-clair-de-lune/
Happy Autumn! May you find the rest of 2021 very much to your liking and highly conducive to your writing, reading, thinking and composing whatever posts that take your intellectual fancy or show off your imaginative flight with flair!
Yes, absolutely! To leave an impression the way one leaves a footprint in fresh snow