I sit in a room
Above my head lies
Space that strokes on quietly in every direction
Such a large expanse left in the realm
Of my very understanding
But what lies just under the hair on our heads
Is just as infinite and that boundless space
It is an organic machine aware of its surroundings
Giving sense of what is real to a tiny fraction of everything birthed 5.4 billion years ago
Yet, I sit here without the illusion of purpose instilled in those around me
No great cause to die for
No ideal to protect
No goal to slave after
A name, mind, and a body that will end shortly after my heart stops beating
A billionth of a blink in the history of time
I’ll be gone and forgotten on a planet that is just a speck against the whole of the universe
So what is this existence we all hold so dear?
To me, it’s the chance to experience the pointless and spontaneous miracle of this universe
Stop and smell the flowers, because you can.
Stay up all night searching for that next great idea
Get high on the world around you
Thwart the odd human concept of meaning, and simply feel
Float on and remember, there are seven billion others to enjoy the ride with
Enjoy the endlessness
Alex Dominy
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