Sometimes, I think that the stars are actually a huge
connect-the-dot puzzle, and if we could only find the right pattern in which to connect them, then maybe we could figure out what they’re trying to tell us. And I think that there is a different pattern for every living person, every person that has ever lived, and every person that will ever live. So in a way, we’re all written into the night sky. And we gaze up at the sky, lying beneath our fears and dreams, and futures, and if we could find the right pattern, we might be able to know where we’re supposed to be. But the night sky is bigger than I can even begin to grasp, so I lay down on the damp summer grass amidst laughter and sips of wine, and I trace my finger along the brightest stars I can find, and I smile. The stars can keep the burden of knowing where it is that I will end up, because I am happy with where I am right now. When they twinkle, I think they’re winking at me, like they know something I don’t know, but I don’t mind. Sometimes, I like being in the dark, and right now, I don’t mind at all.
I think I want my heart and my passions to be the most beautiful things about me..remembered or in present day sense.
Two things you will learn in life: one, that the sound of someone else’s heartbeat next to your own is like putting a shell to your ear and hearing the ocean’s roar and echo inside of it. And two, the best kind of naked is when you’ve undressed, not for sex, but understanding- when the person in the same room watches you remove your jeans or your t-shirt, and they don’t want to see the skin underneath, they want to see your soul.
The world is heavy, but your bones (just a cubic inch) can hold 19,000 pounds. Ounce for ounce, they are stronger than steel. Atom for atom, you are more precious than diamonds, and stars have died so that you may live. You need to remember these things when you say that you are weak and worthless. I have to remember this when I feel weak and worthless.
One of my philosophy professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling: “When you’re in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe.” ( I scrawled it inside Science and Poetry in pencil- lighthouse of your universe- as if I would ever forget that phrase.) He was a delightful caricature of his position. I could swear he literally tore his hair out while howling at us. He went on, “Nothing means as much without that person.” One of the men in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing, “So you’re saying you can’t enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if you’re really in love with them?” “Of course not.” the professor replied. “Not completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they don’t witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. It’s not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more.“
And..so it is..another Valentine's Day..may it (he/she) be more valuable than diamonds, more precious than a star winking from heaven and may everything you see together make sense in this universe.
I think I want my heart and my passions to be the most beautiful things about me..remembered or in present day sense.
Two things you will learn in life: one, that the sound of someone else’s heartbeat next to your own is like putting a shell to your ear and hearing the ocean’s roar and echo inside of it. And two, the best kind of naked is when you’ve undressed, not for sex, but understanding- when the person in the same room watches you remove your jeans or your t-shirt, and they don’t want to see the skin underneath, they want to see your soul.
The world is heavy, but your bones (just a cubic inch) can hold 19,000 pounds. Ounce for ounce, they are stronger than steel. Atom for atom, you are more precious than diamonds, and stars have died so that you may live. You need to remember these things when you say that you are weak and worthless. I have to remember this when I feel weak and worthless.
One of my philosophy professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling: “When you’re in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe.” ( I scrawled it inside Science and Poetry in pencil- lighthouse of your universe- as if I would ever forget that phrase.) He was a delightful caricature of his position. I could swear he literally tore his hair out while howling at us. He went on, “Nothing means as much without that person.” One of the men in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing, “So you’re saying you can’t enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if you’re really in love with them?” “Of course not.” the professor replied. “Not completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they don’t witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. It’s not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more.“
And..so it is..another Valentine's Day..may it (he/she) be more valuable than diamonds, more precious than a star winking from heaven and may everything you see together make sense in this universe.
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