Space, the only frontier

Space is where we happen and what happens is everyone’s business, everyone knows this, but for those with eyes to see this is blinding. The universe, the one song is singing but for those with ears to hear, it is noise. Everyone is here, the dead, the truth, what will be. There is nothing else to be found, but not everything is told. Our story has to be told, even if to a blind horse. Create it you creature. Joy is meaning and meaning is the light for the searching soul fumbling in the darkness. Ecstasy, ecstasy, ecstasy. We are sparks from the fire, we are a breath in the cold morning air. Together we can climax like the midday sun, together we orgasm in the face of oblivion before we fall into the big sleep DEATH

The SUN is a star that is near and our bodies are star dust like the Earth.

At night from Earth, most of the sky is dark; most of the universe is empty of light and hard stuff. Between the galaxies is a dynamic nothingness a place taught with emptiness. The stars are sown like jewels into the intangible fabric that connects us to the most distant courners of the sky.

There is nothing here, nothing happens, there is no space and there is no light. Light is of the eye and eternity has happened. "Let there be light". The infinite light has been stretched so to make definitions like time, that is the awesome truth. It's also true that there's reality, which is our unruly possession. Reality is unruly but there are methods to feel , love, peace, ecstasy and all the virtues. Time is a moving vail between knowing and not. Now stretches infinitely in all directions and is too tiny a place for words to describe. Every thing moves so disease is the difficulty of change. Get better, change, tell the story,

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