Experiencing The Divine
*Or maybe, “The divine, experiencing itself.”

In the dark, alone with the night-sounds. Star-gazing. In awestruck, Fear. This is a universal feeling, I do believe. For those of us who can’t fathom our existence and what it all means to be alive. And to realize just how goddamn small we really are in this vast, unknowable universe. How insignificant our existence is, in the scheme of things. A troubled, uncanny feeling that can’t be described. To be young and so afraid, in the dark, alone. Laying on the trampoline. The night sounds your company. That is touching the divine, is it not? To feel that tingle up your spine. You are experiencing the divine.

I think these moments are for the most part reserved for the young. That is when you are questioning your existence the most. Or when the totality of your life is incomprehensible. That you exist, Unimaginable. These are your first moments, looking up at the night sky. Alone. Afraid. Yes afraid. 

A tiny bit of stardust, is what we are. But we are . Yes, we are. Something. Even so miniscule, we are. Stardust, eternal. I think if I’d realized this, maybe I would not have been so afraid. My energy will not be destroyed. I will forever exist. This is a sound, scientific fact that can be relied upon. And when the universe folds in on itself, in the big crunch, guess what? The entire journey begins anew. Maybe in a different way, or maybe exactly the same way as before. We won’t know either way, so it’s of little matter.