Continuation of Hearing the Stars, Pt. I & II
Never have I been so close to Mars, and never have I been so close to myself. The stars and the planets… They sing the songs of a harmonic solar system.
I hear them in my Abyss, my personal purgatory, my singularity. They beckon me Home, and I am ready to take my place despite my disheartened state. I long to join their ranks, I covet the prestige, and I fear my covetousness. Rightfully so! Many a star has burned out and even fallen entirely with the only fault being that which tears a rift in their heart. Covetousness and fear are forces of disembodiment. They accelerate entropy, render gravity null and noir and utterly silent. They personify ostentatiousness, with the only warning being that their hand-mirrors show naught but naked faces and eyes with the promise of “just one more Light and mine eyes shall shine bright again.”
And their eyes dim ever upon the sunrise and their hearts grow silent, and they consume themselves in cataclysmic supernovae.
But when I see Mars and galaxies and solar systems, I do not see adversaries nor conquests nor licentious mistresses. I see brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles and cousins and ancestors.
It is my name they call. My only task henceforth is to learn my own name.