Towards The Stars And Beyond
So how does it all comes down to this? Where does the warmth come from amidst the hopeless mayhem?
I envision a line. A laid out golden path that we all walk. They intertwine at times, while at other times it is fully cut off from any interactions.
My coffee is still hot. Like the shattered, tormented soul that resides within me.
This is the key: I rest. I seek out gaps and hideaways where I can escape the suffocating dust from the outside.
There is a hidden cavern, just not too far below the surface. Descend, I say.
My body sinks lightly as I glide down, drifting with the unfounde rules of gravity. There is no breeze here, therefore the air sits densley. I’ve landed right in the middle of the universe’s cradle.
As I yield, a shining warm glow of possibility embraces me. I’m surrounded by pulsating, sparkling crystals that are tunneling below. Maybe I’m not even moving down any longer. Perhaps I must descend into the depths of my thoughts in order to reach the pinnacles of my intellect. Perhaps the path to the top leads to the bottom.
A little cracked crystal falls into my palms as I swirl with the light and shining matter. Its pulsating body gently touches against my skin.
Everything around me became dark all of a sudden.
The small gem throbbing, disappearing, and then sparkling up again in my hands was the only visible point. My descent was halted when I curled up.
I moved my arms and legs together as a fetal, closing around the crystal in my palms.
From within, I sensed a vast power erupting.
I arrived to the core.
I was at the beginning of all.
There was nothing here. Nobody. There are no memories, no influences, no life, and no death. At the same time, there was the beginning and the end of time.
Unpolluted and unencumbered by the living and dying world’s offerings.
I’ve returned to the beginning, reuniting with the core that is impenetrable, unchangeable, and eternal.
