When galaxies of cells under our skin live in continuous darkness, yet never fail to exude unmatched intelligence, why do we, then, lose ground under our feet when in front of our eyes falls temporary blackness?
If night never pulled a dark veil over our air, how would we ever witness the heavenly glimmer of stars that stretch above our heads?
Isn’t it so that those dark nights of your soul always reveal a scape of stars within you, sources of celestial light, so your eyes can see how you are not just a petty lump of dust in space, but a universe in its own right?
Both a pulse and a pulsation; in the fertile depths of your oceans, in the deadly silence of your outer sphere, in aeons of your creation and destruction – you are ever-unfolding, ever-growing, and always becoming.
