drenched in flames




We can only gaze upon the night sky and admire the stars.


But the night sky veils all nocturnal matters: our hidden desires and nagging inhibitions. It shrouds darkness to everything underneath; the stars are but points of glitter that hushes us from our dread of a total darkness.


Then we get to pick our favorite star.



It shines the brightest, at least in our point of perspective. All the other points of glitter in the periphery are but oblivious specks of faint glow. We would want that star so much for we know that it could satisfy our desire to bathe in the light. Then something more intense than want and more zealous than desire follows -- something we could not even name... Then we would want to take hold of that point of glitter and take it as our own. We would yearn to have it.


And I believe that that pounding in our hearts is part of our being human. But part of our being human is our innate notion of right and wrong.


Or maybe it's the other face of fear.


Then the night sky would scatter its clouds and make us realize that our want and desire stops there. The feeling itself is the real end of the means. The stars ae for our eyes only. Our most adored point of glitter is only to be gazed upon.


Whatever emotion it triggers in our hearts, it is for the heart only. It follows the reality that we are all condemned to bless the earth, only the earth itself, and never grace the heavens. And this condemnation is our savior from death.


Our favorite star is for our eyes only; to touch it is our death raving in flames.

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