Stars are a divine sanctuary. They drip from nighttime clouds like water droplets, free-falling through space, never able to land. Maybe they can see us, down here on Earth. Perhaps they realize that we are all credulous and sanctimonious creatures, drunk on fake ideas of love and life.
"Silly humans," I'm sure they'd say, "Can't you see how small you and your problems are?" They are only a pittance of the universe, and we are simply specks of dust, sizzling on the surface of their shine. The stars cannot expiate our flaws, no matter how guilty we make them feel with our constant stories of their inevitability.
Or perhaps they are deities, keeping us under sanction for our mistakes. They shine brightest on the darkest nights. Sometimes, even though they're gazing upon us, we cannot see them at all. This must be when they're angry at us for our sacrilege.
Who consecrated these floating fire-orbs anyway? They're tragically beautiful. You can never get close to them, or they'll scorch you alive. You can never hide from them all, either. No matter where you go in the universe, they will follow. Whether it be in the Milky Way, or on a small planet in a galaxy not yet discovered, stars will always be around. Is that why they've received apotheosis? "God is always watching," is a common phrase within theology.
"Silly humans," I'm sure they'd say, "Can't you see how small you and your problems are?" They are only a pittance of the universe, and we are simply specks of dust, sizzling on the surface of their shine. The stars cannot expiate our flaws, no matter how guilty we make them feel with our constant stories of their inevitability.
Or perhaps they are deities, keeping us under sanction for our mistakes. They shine brightest on the darkest nights. Sometimes, even though they're gazing upon us, we cannot see them at all. This must be when they're angry at us for our sacrilege.
Who consecrated these floating fire-orbs anyway? They're tragically beautiful. You can never get close to them, or they'll scorch you alive. You can never hide from them all, either. No matter where you go in the universe, they will follow. Whether it be in the Milky Way, or on a small planet in a galaxy not yet discovered, stars will always be around. Is that why they've received apotheosis? "God is always watching," is a common phrase within theology.
Whatever they are: chaotic gods or peaceful demons, stars will be above us until we run out of time for existence. No one can deny that, atheists or pantheists, monotheists or polytheists. Maybe we'll never know why they hide in the heavens, but if we don't, it's probably for the best. The hierarchy of universal enlightenment keeps humans secure in the last rung. For now, we'll have to keep our feelings of star-induced insignificance close, for that's all we are able to understand.
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