The universe does
not revolve around you. The stars and planets spinning through the
ballroom of space dance with one another quite outside of your small
life. You cannot hold gravity or seasons; even air and water inevitably
evade your grasp. Why not, then, let go?
You could move through
time like a shark through water, neither restless or ceasing, absorbed
in and absorbing the native element. Why pretend you can do
otherwise? The world comes in at every pore, mixes in your blood
before breath releases you into the world again. Did you
think the fragile boundary of your skin could build a wall?
Listen. Every molecule
is humming its particular pitch. Of course you are a symphony. Whose
tune do you think the planets are singing as they dance?