At the End
by Sionnac
It is so quiet out here. So very, very quiet. A serenely majestic, all encompassing silence that makes one feel very small and very alone. Yet at the same time it is strangely comforting. Like a child in its mothers arms.
And the stars! So amazingly clear and bright. Each one shining like a crystal beacon lovingly whispering my name into the endless black velvet night. Whenever I feel that my world is spinning out of control, I go out and look at the stars. Somehow, for a single instant, all seems right with the universe. A girl I once knew told me that she thought that they smelled like snow and ice. Not just any ice, but clear blue glacier ice. I think that maybe she is right. There is a quality about starlight that can make anything seem beautiful.
I think that most human beings spend their entire lives feeling lonely. Out of this loneliness stems such an intense spiritual pain that I often wonder how we survive. Yet out of this agony is often born such tremendous wonders. Beauty made all the more glorious for the anguish involved in its creation. Perhaps that is what makes mankind so sparklingly transcendent. His ability to turn all things into something beautiful, something wonderful.
I can't help but wonder how this battle will end. Doubtless out of the ashes will rise a new world. Something inside of me tells me that I will not be around to see it. But that is alright. That is how it is meant to be. This new world will be a better one, I think. And knowing that is enough.
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Please tell me what you think. Any constructive criticism is more than welcome.