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[inkofheart]

The longer we gaze at stars the more we feel. The more we realize that some part of them is alive and part of who we are.

Perhaps it is this connection that cannot be described with words that is part of the reason we are possible in the first place. Whatever cosmic threads wove into time, then matter, light, and sound, heat and finally something emerged from this place that can only be described as Being. When it happened, how and why are eternally scattered. But the dots all form lines, the lines create shapes, and those shapes are constellations. They are our veins, our very link to that which cannot be explained or touched but we can feel them all the same. Running through us and lifting a part of us that knows that us and those stars, we are the same.

Whether a giant borne of the void, a chemical coalesced into being or a life that has emerged from this existence we cannot imagine beyond the cast dark. We are also part of it. We are all the dust of a greater star. In turn those stars are made of many things that without each other would seem small, simple and unimportant. But it is that unknown which propels us, even when we don't know the equation or the science behind it. Life is something more than substance, and maybe that itself is the answer, that life is simply more than the sum of its parts and that is what makes it special.

Duality and similarity dominate the knowledge of forces with which we view the world through, it is a little known fact that those lenses are part of a trine, and only with the rule of neutrality can this existence truly bridge the gaps between the mundane, the inexplicable, and the divine.

It is only by acknowledging the pieces that e can ever hope to understand the whole. We are beings that are more than blood and at the same time something that is centered on something. What it is we might not understand, but that isn't a bad thing. We have our whole lives to find out what that means to us after all.