Nothing, nothing one can experience lives forever – not grief, nor celestial bodies. Not even Love, if you have a definition for it.
If only, if only your heart and my heart got close enough to each other, orbiting faster and faster as they got closer and closer, colliding in a fireball of penetrating light! And if in their explosion a force so intense, so mysterious was created, eleven billion years of loneliness vanished in one gold-gushing, precious moment.
A force so strong it could contain everything within itself; strange, inexplicable, featureless.
Absorbing lack, absorbing tears, absorbing death, releasing us unto a new journey toward the Center.
A paradox so deep it eludes the most brilliant of minds.
Seven billion stars colliding here beneath my eyelids, and I open them up to see the Milky Way lavishly unfurled, like the silk scarf I pulled from my curls and threw on the floor while unclipping my earrings.
Seven billion hearts colliding is an Earth so magnificent it can bear to fold in on itself, so intimate it can lay claim to everything, so powerful it can create even while it destroys.
And all this with no telescopes, no kilometers-long interferometers, no gamma-ray spectometers or mind-bending equations. Just a small screened-in porch with a sleeping dog, the hum of traffic and a deep longing for something true.