Prelude
Once there was light, we were scattered like dust into the void of questions and despair, longing for answers so we could feel like we existed. Emotions that cannot be explained are embraced instead of questioned. Why do we need to question it when we ourselves are a fragment of a mystery that could never be solved? We are led to the unknown as we explore the questions that create the universe. We think until the lines form a string to connect every fiber of our being to a belief that makes us whole. We create words that would mean so much, yet the universe does not care.
As we chase answers, we are left breathless. After all, we are particles that seem to have nothing within us, yet we try to exist so we can feel. Our knowledge is insufficient; our minds will never decipher reality as it is. Our existence lies insignificantly beyond the stars we cannot number. What significance do we hold against the entire universe? By countless stars that spark our eyes, galaxies that hold unfound life, and black holes devoid of existence, where do we place ourselves in a universe that omits our being like dust against the howling wind?
We are left to ponder, why? Why do I exist? What makes it so worth it to live a precarious life? Is it that feeling of adoration we get every time we get a glimpse of something beautiful? Yet this emotion we feel is just a mystery. In a life filled with mystery, don’t we ever get tired of chasing what could be? So we are left to ignore all the other possibilities in order for us to live our lives without needing to feel like we are suffocating from all the questions that make up the universe.
We chose to stay alive, along with being blind.
