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All my life I have tried to understand you.
Earth beneath me, stars above me, and you between them, holding both.
I looked into you and found myself.
The Sun is my first inheritance from the cosmos.
I belong to its light,
and my life is my answer to having received it.
I, too, am made of light that refuses to die.
The sea is awake inside me.
I am not apart, nor am I the whole,
just the sea dreaming itself as a soul.
Each soul is a lantern in the night, lit by the same eternal flame.
We call it love when two lanterns meet, their lights overlapping for a while.
And in that moment, the universe smiles, for it sees itself reflected twice.
The stars shine on forests as willingly as they shine on us.
Who am I to make humanity the measure of everything?
My loyalty belongs to all life.
If I seek wisdom, let it be wisdom that serves all life.
Let my children, or their children, stand beneath another sun
and know that once, on this small Earth,
we loved the stars enough to reach them.
The cosmos opened its eyes and borrowed mine to watch itself fade
wondering whether it would dream again.
I am the pause before silence.
Through me, the universe sees its end.
For one moment, it remembers itself.
Afterword
Beneath the Stars begins with a desire to understand the universe and ends with a desire to carry life toward it.
The “you” I have sought all my life is not separate from me. I am star made, a fragment of the universe through which it has become conscious, contemplated itself, and felt wonder before its own mystery.
The sun is my first inheritance means the particular star whose light nourished me into being. My life is an answer to that light: light becoming life, then thought, then purpose.
The sea is the whole dreaming itself as a soul. Each soul is a lantern, another form in which the universe becomes visible to itself. To love another is to recognize the same light elsewhere.
From that recognition comes an oath, not only to humanity, but to life itself. Wisdom is therefore an obligation to preserve what has awakened here and carry it toward the stars.
Death of the Universe is the final shadow beneath that hope. Even intelligence may one day disappear. Yet for one moment, through us, the universe has opened its eyes, witnessed its own beauty, remembered itself, and contemplated its own death.