I saw the stars for the first time in a while tonight. So bright! I stared out into nothing – into so many thousands of years, into the absence of all we can touch and feel. Great and shining relics glimmered back at me. It was like gazing into the abyss of time and seeing immortals.
Immortality is relative to the viewer. I was looking through light years in every direction. And the world spun slowly and steadily beneath me.
I suddenly felt my wasting time is a great offense. This is my one ride under the celestial sphere. I am so plainly mortal, so incredibly small. My life is an undeserved gift, a cosmic fluke, and every moment is a chance.
Build: letter by letter, word by word, page by page. Write and don’t stop. Your only shot at immortality is now – and nothingness, forget, and death is far far far more likely. Write your bleeding heart out. Pile the pieces up and set them aflame. Build a beacon, and maybe – just maybe – the flicker will outlast you.
-gj