Touch the rhinoceros.
Touch me.
Touch Earth.
They all feel it.
And so do you.
A sense of connectedness.
A sense of belonging.
A sense that you are me.
Blessed humans.
You can touch the edges of the cosmos.
As far away as the dirt at the bottom of your feet…
(A sense of nothingness?)
A star died.
Billions of years ago.
A small speck of light in the sky.
Nothing to see.
Oh, I am so tired.
Let me turn on the TV…
Seeing through the mist.
Adapting.
Listening through the speechless forest trees.
Feeling the cosmos. Being in sync with existence.
Alive. Walking.
How can Earth not move under your feet?
Video games. Zoom meetings. Seeing so many things. But not seeing that the light cannot be reflected on the bright screen.
Shhh…
The stars cannot see you now…
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