Questions? I have plenty.

We cannot know that life will be cut short, early one evening after fun and laughter, dancing and old friends.
For this would go against all the laws of physics, of hope and, of life.
But we do know that life can be taken at any moment, without thought or a moment’s embrace.
And so we live, we humans, in this dichotomy of knowing.
Everything and, nothing.

So what does that make us? Where does that leave us?

In the space in between the knowable and the riotously unbearable. Life itself can be unbearable, but still we tread. We love, laugh, yearn, hope, destroy, ponder—our friends, at family, for our heart, to be ourselves, play, the meaning of it all.
We wade in the shallows of ambiguity, our feet wet, our eyes sparkling—the reflection of an ocean, so vast. The watery mass holds us afloat, yet drowns us with…what?
Knowledge, Ignorance, Innocence?

Or the aching spaces in between. Those voluminous spaces, black holes that know no end, no beginning, no boundaries.
Questions are easier than answers, of which I have none. For I am in that void of belonging, together with everyone else.
Saints, demons, children, the elderly, philosophers, sceptics, believers.

All are dust, with sparkles of light.

Or not.

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