If aliens find this, they will be tasked with the objective of comprehending the knowledge that is portrayed by an existence that they were previously unaware of.
Yet, most of us don’t even know what it means.
If I approached a frozen waterfall I would respect and acknowledge the beauty of this natural accomplishment, but I would immediately search for a poisonous insect nearby to confound it.
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My mind keeps drifting from reality.
In an empty sea of space, there is no reference point and there is no direction. There are only your thoughts, hopes and desires. But maybe one day, upon re-arrival, these facets of the mind will have expanded and grown to a point that embellishes their integrity and allows for the flourishing of their realization.
And at that point the sun will never set again, the air will never feel cold and the uncertain confusion of twilight will never be the grey area that haunts a confidence in perception.
The journey through unknown worlds where time and space disconnect and perspectives unravel will allow for insight into a world which confounds individuality and cognitive thought.
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Nothing is ever a static representation of itself, but a dynamic representation of perception.
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A still more glorious dawn awaits. Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise. A morning filled with 400,000,000,000 suns. The rising of the milky way.
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You are not a snowflake. You are not unique. The only similarity that you share is the empty feeling of falling. You plummet from the sky, clutching your ambitions until you hit the ground. And as you lay there, surrounded by the rest of us, you’ll hope for the rising sun as the summer comes. And when it does, we’ll melt in its presence, immobilized by its beauty, disregarding the chance to benefit from its warmth.
We’ll then spend a lifetime, now waiting for winter, just waiting for a chance to be back in the sky we once owned.