Dark Night Reigned Over Them

Dark night reigned over them, it reigned over them. It reigned over the- why is it repeating, why? I doubt it is, I doubt that the Dark night reigns over each and every time, it changes every day, when it comes, when it leaves, the lights in the sky. It all changes with the season, the spin of a globe and the distance of each individual hurling ball of flaming hydrogen. Each night the hurtle is different the stars go out as we leave them further and further behind, the universe settles into an Alzheimer’s, a dementia of failing neurons lost in an empty sea.

A chance?

Is the chance of a connection, of stars linking together, conscious possible? Could a sky full of stars connect with one another into an interlinked mass of data and life and joy that could hold the universe alive forevermore?

No, travel at such a pace would be impossible, improbable, the distance is too great, the connections to frayed. It would take centuries to reach the nearest neighbouring light, an all the while it would take itself further and further away from us, out into the darkness of space to sit alone in senility.

Until it bursts into an even greater light before dimming to darkness.

Life is limited to these few eons before the universe returns to a dormant state of emptiness that it knew for far longer than us. But… Does that matter, you are here (we can only hope), I am here (or maybe not), the word is here (but are they really?) and the world and stars are all around us (we must believe). Is that not enough?

We can watch as each beauty fades until we are left alone in the void, a star alone or watch as that closest light flares and burns before leaving us in darkness a burned and freezing corpse, alone. But for a corpse to be corpse it must have lived, at least for a second.

Is that not more important, the most important thing? It must be, please. It must be.