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The night engulfs us with the stars above, mystery without and within. So enamored are we with the darkness, yet we flee to the light. When he embraces me in his arms and with his lips, I am terrified like I am of the darkness. Why flee to what is comfortable? Why not embrace that which embraces us with all of its dark and mysterious fury? True love is born from the night, not from the day, and that is when love's greatest expression is most greatly expressed.
The heart of a thousand suns, the dreams of a child yearning for knowledge, the ambitions of the young executive, and the beaming face of a mother who just gave birth to her firstborn, all are glowing with the radiance of the future and light of true wisdom.
If we are but made of stardust, and the stars are what dreams are made of, then it is my dream to have my bones turn into stars, immolate my body and soul, and send me onward to supernova that I might shine above with the sun in the sky.
Restriction, punishment. Deficiency and loss. Negativity at its greatest trajectory. Magnification of entropy. Expansion of subtraction. Negative contradiction.
Success.
Money.
Women.
Power.
The American dream in action.
But where is happiness?
Where is fulfillment?
Where is compassion and understanding?
Success is nothing material.
Abstract, it is ethereal only.
The best made plans of mice and men. Yeah, right. Science, math, and experience have shown that nothing goes according to plan. The Enlightenment? Undone by the French Revolution. Communism? Undone by the Soviet Union. Education? Undone by the American public schools. Screw plans. They suck. Wing it and let life take you where it will.
A mess. A harangue. A knot. A task. An obstacle overcome. Inspiration, hope.
The simple joy of kicking back on a Saturday afternoon, crocheting and enjoying the company of those I love the most, no matter what a tangled mess they may be.
As she lays beside me, sleeping soundly, I breath in deeply, pulling her close. My face nuzzles her hair and neck as our bodies press together. My heart races and my throat swells. I love her. And as I breathe in her natural fragrance, I breathe her in to me.
The clanging of the bells. Fire. Raise the alarm. Wake up. Get out. Turn on, tune in, drop out. The loud alarum bells, iron bells. Noise, cacophony, nails on a chalkboard. Your test is back. It came back positive.