THE COSMOS (PROSE)

All these things that we prop ourselves up with to feel important – that’s exactly what they are, fucking props. We’re insignificant in the grand scheme of things (it’s even funny calling it a scheme, as if someone plotted things out to be this way).

In 100 years, in 2121, there’ll be nobody alive who will have known me directly. I’ll be a story, a fable, a composite of characters, an absolute myth to those who are inclined to say my name for whatever reason. I’m here on this planet as this particular being for an infinitely finite period of time. It’s finite, because it’ll end. My consciousness will fade into the ether, and I’ll cease to exist. At the same time, the elements that keep me alive – they’ll always be there. They were there before my grandparents were even conceived. They’ll be there long after my metaphorical grandchildren are dead.

It’s amazing to think that the universe, in its vastness, in its variety, in its versatility, placed me here, in this moment, to live, to love, to laugh, to feel, to be. And even that is an anthropomorphism of the universe. I’m here. I’m living. I’m loving. I’m laughing. I’m feeling. I’m being. That’s all I know, and that’s all I need to know. The very least I can do, the bare minimum I can do with that knowledge, is not to let my considerations about what might have been, or what can be, take away from what is. My job, my work, my occupation, my vocation, my purpose, my destiny is to be who I am, to the fullness of my ability.

It all ends as quickly as it begins.

I’ve seen it happen for others. I know it’ll happen for me. Until that happening turns its attention to me, let me be. And I mean that in the most extreme sense: allow me to exist as this finite being living in an infinite universe.

I promise you, the things you see as divisive mean nothing when you zoom out into the unknown and the unknowable. It’s just never-ending space – where we all come from, and where we will all return to. That’s all there was. That’s all there is. That’s all there ever will be.

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