Stars One

There is another star. You can’t see it from here, but you know it shines in the distance. It’s a lighthouse. It shines the way. It reveals danger. Fly on now. Look out into the sky and watch the beams sweep across the universe. They sweep and count the seconds, but what is a second here? A second is only a measure of time, and time is irrelevant. Too long ago you gave up time. There is only onward, and the beat of your wings, and the pulse of the star.

All is dark, but all is not lost. There is a light though you see it not.

Time passes. It passes like the wind under your feathers, like the shooting stars. You are beginning, so let us begin. Your world is dark, and your feet still remember the earth. They will forget shortly, but until then, remember. Remember the smell of the earth after a rain, during a strong wind, before sunset. Remember what was and hang on to what is. Time passes, and though it has no use for you, it is not meaningless.

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