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Tuesday, August 15, 2006

the conception of a star...

From our blanket in the back yard, we could see into the shrouded mysteries of infinity. We could see into the distant past and watch things happen that had already happened a million years before, to others like us. We loved each other and the infinite reaches of heaven above us were our backdrop, our curtain, and we let the future find us. From where we were, we were in touch with creation, almost able to see it's inception, it's fertilization.

That majesty became one with us as we loved, in our small human way, as we had hoped it would. We are made of star stuff, it has been said. Life came to us from creation, from God, through the vessel of the void, over eons of empty time, to this point, and we start creation again, in our small human way. A wayward and young soul, looking for a home, found us that night.

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: toadman : at Tuesday, August 15, 2006 |