Hearing the Stars, Pt. II: But the Silence

Just like in Hearing the Stars, Pt. I: On Estrella Tower, I was not completely there last night. I didn’t hear what they were saying. I didn’t know who I was in their midst. Only this time, it is what they were not saying that was so intriguing and profound, and what helped me truly realize and understand my place.

11:32pm, 7/7/2018

I once heard the stars. They told me everything and nothing all at once. They reminded me of my place and stole me from it. They showed me my simultaneous significance and insignificance. My fallibility and imperviousness.

Tonight, they were silent. Mayhaps I didn’t ask the correct questions. I found myself unable to dive deep into them, to race past and beyond them. Yet in their silence, in their ignorance of me, they were not altogether still. They quivered and streaked across the sky well above me – well beyond my reach. And yet they beckoned me, wagging their enticing finger rather than calling out to me.

They were and I was, and altogether united and altogether separated, we were.

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