We came from the stars; this I know.
Blown out of the hearts of stars that shattered,
Perhaps betraying worlds circling them,
Who so lately trusted them to give life and warmth.
And from this ending, this betrayal, this ruin,
Cast into blackness and vacuum and cold, we came.
In a million years of traveling
The seeds cast off by dying suns
became suns themselves, then worlds, then us.
We are as old as Universe, as old as the oldest dreams, dreamed anew.
We long for the stars;
To return to that which we can never find.
As Universe turns and turns again,
The seeds cast off by dying suns become the dreamers, and cast off seeds in turn.
Trapped in our prisons of clay,
we seek a oneness we cannot attain.
And so we build and kill,
we sing and dream and die,
Our hearts too full of Universe's dreams,
Our hearts grown fragile with the burden of love and the stretching of time,
burst and shatter, betraying our dreams to Universe's silent witness.
The seed is a hundred times smaller than the fruit which gave it life.
Yet if it finds fertile soil,
Finds light and love and life,
It shall grow to bear the fruit it sprang from.
And so, if my heart is shriveled to the size of a seed in my chest,
If I journey through cold and black and empty spaces,
And if my hope is as cold a comfort as the empty light from the stars,
I must journey until I find fertile soil, and light, and love.
Just as the star seed which gave me such improbable life.
I came from the stars; I strive to return; this I know.
And the greatest Honor I can do Universe,
Is to be a star seed, on a spiral journey.
May 1, 2000.
I believe that we, humanity and all other sentient races, are the Universe's attempt to see itself, and to turn energy-gone-matter back to its conscious state. Sometimes I wonder if the Big Bang was more death than birth.
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