“Little lights”

How strange that the passing of an arbitrary point in time and space can make us all so thoughtful...

I’ll not miss 2019 much, tbh - not too much from the decade either. There’s been good times and enjoyment, friendships won and lost, laughter and a whole ocean of tears and a world of pain - and all of it only ever real within the world we create within our own heads...  

And all of it came, and then went - passed away into nothing but memory, and that only fleeting- as all things do and must. Happiness, pain, pleasure, memories, life, death itself - all things pass, like water through your fingers: “an insubstantial pageant faded, to leave not a wrack behind”

We are all little actors, strutting upon a stage of our own making, playing kings or beggars to an audience of none in a play of our own making within the Globe of our own skulls - forgetting that all the glory of our loves and the pain of our sorrows is but stage directions in a dream we have forgotten we are dreaming - and no more lasting or important than our first or last breath.

And that’s OK. Because all there is - all there ever was - is now; this moment. This breath. This flicker of awareness in the infinite vastness of eternity. And this moment. And this...

I have read almost every philosopher and Sacred text - studied religion with Jesuits, discussed metaphysics with world famous philosophers, and the occult with witches and magicians - and all I have learnt is “it’s all words” - semantic mist to entertain and distract from the Truth that we are all too scared to face: 

We are all but a brief candle: you, me, humanity, the earth - the universe and the even the cosmos itself - finite and changing and beautifully fragile, and destined, ultimately, to end.

To what purpose? Who really knows - maybe there is some Grand Plan, maybe it’s all just random, or maybe it is whatever we chose to make of it. 

And not knowing is OK too. Because it’s all good. All God. 

And one day, maybe, we’ll remember to just enjoy our little lights whilst they last - beautiful in their brevity; maybe one day we’ll remember that a guarded candle gives little light, and instead of carefully shielding it SHARE it instead - raise our eyes and our little flames high so we ALL can see: the beauty in the moment of revelation, fleeting though it is, but all the more dazzling for knowing it for what it is.

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