I cannot help but appreciate the wonders of the night sky.
Stars appear as if they are physically above me. Yet, they are ghosts of a distant past.
In the time it took for their light to reach my observant eyes, those stars have ceased to exist.
Their physical presence is gone. Their stories are alive to be understood.
When the moon is full, I could spend hours staring at it. Its glow shines through the passing clouds like an illusion. I understand why a wolf is so drawn to it.
The morning sky, too, I love.
The vibrations of a tall, constant sun uplifts me every morning. I absorb its energy as I begin my day. Like I battery, I feel recharged.
Clouds pass by overhead.
I recall the famous Alan Watts, who adamantly believed human beings should resemble clouds.
“How you ever seen a misshapen cloud?”
I haven’t.
Clouds are always changing. I am always changing. Life is always changing. Do we embrace change?
Or do we resist?
Still, I often enjoy taking in an empty sky. A rich blue stretches wider than I can grasp. I gaze and wonder if all those conspiracy theories about living in a simulation are true.
Or maybe life is just that breathtaking.