The Next Page February 2013 | Page 14

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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