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…
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Different. Same…
Different.
But the same.
The story of our life.
The story of the cosmos itself.
Look at the raging sea.
It is the same as the river underneath your feet.
Walk into the river.
It is not the same as yesterday.
And yet you know it is.
What is the meaning of change, if not to deny itself and let you be?
Wet. Dry.
Still here.
How can you talk about the storm while standing below a tree?
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Bacteria on your hand…
Oh, proud arrogant humans!
(Bacteria on your finger)
Believing you are so unique.
Sitting under a tree. Thinking. Counting time.
Looking beyond the tree.
Letting everyone know that you are here to be. So loud. So proud.
(Bacteria on your finger)
Showing important things.
Time. The Moon. Mountains. The sea. So unique. So special.
Watch them closely.
(Bacteria on your finger)
Weird.
I feel there is something more important here than me…
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