The essence of things is a subtle suitable sense of wonder at the vast unfathomable nature of infinity, consciousness (life) and death.
In the cosmos beyond the scope of the human mind, the cycle plays out on a cosmic scale with a cosmic timetable
No matter how old, how powerful or how immense a stat, galaxy, nebula or black hole phenomenon, there lacks consciousness
What a great stroke of luck for us puny humans with out microscopic lifespans that we are allowed to watch the heavenly bodies and simply have the privaledge to be aware.
Such is the great gift of our lives. We have been chosen (or lucky) to be aware of ourselves; an awareness that the greatest star cannot claim.
This is the sense that in our lives we have damn near a responsibility to observe and appreciate each moment of this cosmic blessing called life!
So lucky. We are all so Lucky. Just plain dumb luck. Not entitled to nothing. Luck on top of luck to not be born into a circumstance that leaves on surrounded with fear and death.
The only constant is change. The only true law that all things that have a begining must inevitably have an end.
So many living thing celebrate their life. The birds with their songs; the bees with their honey; the flowers with their blossoms; and the forests with their bloom
Let us all celebrate together as we usher in another heartbeat of simply being alive.
I love poetry.