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Not trying to be too existential, just thinking aloud

Bang

rather, Big Bang

or rather, BIG BANG- the big bang

Whether or not you believe it to be some sort of concoction

brewed within the inner machinations of

the minds of mad scientists with a diabolical plan to murder

God, his constituents, and all things holy,

It happened

And from the very moment it happened,

We, citizens of the universe, galactic beings comprised of the

same cosmic vomit hurled asunder by the bloated, deity-slaying

Bang,  

have been hurtling through the obsidian backdrop of

Space

so fast that time twists and contorts and performs

grotesque, acrobatic feats that put Barnum and

Bailey’s Freak Shows to shame,

We, citizens of the universe, perpetual cosmonauts bearing gazes routinely cocked skyward,

are made up entirely of the same stardust that

our minds seek to annex when we look up to space and wish upon a

Shooting star,

We, citizens of the universe, space rangers appropriately romanticized by the likely image of a certain

Buzz Lightyear,

are so entrenched in the moseys of earthly existence that it takes

an unforgivably cheesy Instagram post that we can’t even relate to

To remind us to

Go lay on the grass,

Take a deep breath,

Take a look at the sky, and

Realize

that we, citizens of the universe,

are stuck to a rock

12,756 kilometers wide, spinning at a rate of

460 meters per second,

orbiting a giant ball of

Burning gas,

which in turn orbits a giant ball of empty blackness at the center of everything and nothing at the Same

Time

We

We, citizens of the universe, inalienable, undeniable evidence of the endurance of

Time,

Borne from a ceaseless and singular existence- a peculiar cohesion of everything that makes up anything-

We come from and will go to the same, exact place

And yet we

have the audacity

to think we are so different

from one another?

That we, citizens of the universe, ought to build

Walls,

Walls composed of the same

elements borne from the same bang

as the the humans they are meant to divide, who in turn are likewise divided despite

being comprised, atom for atom, of the same, exact celestial stuff?

That we, citizens of the universe, should deny

our cosmic kin the intrinsic rights of citizenship to the universe,

using markers as fallacious as race, religion, and other futile

Earthly constructs

as a means to justify the upending of the very universe?

So,

We, lonely citizens of the universe,

Purveyors of an unsightly affinity to self

destruction,

are consciously, subconsciously spinning into milky perpetuity,

For all that comes from stardust

goes to stardust and

Forever more

Author's Note

A bit incomplete