From my skull flows freely my thoughts.
Across galaxies we cannot fathom
Out of Earth's gentle grasp
Where there is no time
No need for rationality, for thought
Only the light of stars to guide us
And countless space to call our home
I think so much about space, and freedom and infinite nothingness that sometimes they all become one. Freedom is empty when you are one with everything. It's a terrifying thought when you truly ponder it. It doesn't end. We are "programmed" knowing that there is an end to everything. We cannot comprehend things that do not end. The road will end, the country ends, the piece of really long licorice eventually has an end. Even if you travel all the way around the world there will still be an end! Because it is a circle, in fact a sphere, and even if you go around it, you still come back to where you began and therefore have an end. But space...space is a whole other matter. You can go out there and continue forever. Forever is such a powerful word. It is a force in itself. There is "no end". We cannot fathom what that means, we cannot imagine it, even though you are also taught you can imagine anything. But this, this is mind blowing.
Take my hand and we'll run forever into eternity.
