“After the earth dies, some 5 billion years from now, after it’s burned to a crisp, or even swallowed by the Sun, there will be other worlds and stars and galaxies coming into being - and they will know nothing of a place once called Earth.”
I have this little secret that I can’t tell anyone. It’s not that I can’t. Is that I feel I shouldn’t. There’s something telling me it. He trusted me, he told me where he is. He told me how he feels, he told me that he is still lost.
Since then I feel that the meaning of the universe is nothing, but another story to be told. There’s something much more big. The little things.
The sun rays around the trees.
The dawn, the birds, the words.
The wounds.
Life is not only about the savior, I know he was aware of that.
We claim for your madness, Lord. We claim for the light.
Your light.
