Every once in a while, I believe

Every once in a while, I believe. The stars align, the rain falls, I glimpse the moon, and suddenly, the world makes sense to me. I understand our purpose in this infinite universe. I understand the paramount importance of ensuring that the light stays on.

And then I lose consciousness again. I float back to reality. I need to think about work, about my immediate family, my friends, the latest fucking reddit meme. Which version of this is insanity?

I suppose the trick is in realizing that they’re both the same reality. Do what I can, and do it as well as I can. At least I’m attempting to find a purpose that’s close to true in real life.

If I could, I would give my life to the ocean. It has always restored me. It’s a vital part of making sure we don’t perish as a species. It has beauty, and holds peaceful, loving dinosaurs beneath her waves. Remember the whale - remember that they roam the oceans singing songs to their children as they guide them through an infinite vastness. What a splendid life they must have led before they first confronted humans.

If I could, I would give my life for nature. Consider the monstrous gorilla. Consider the child of the elephant. Consider the octopus, the dolphin, the mouse, the falcon, the deer. Each of these is life’s marvel. And all life is stardust.

If I could, I would give my life to life.