Spinning Heavens and Specks of Man-Dust
Stars are gateways. Forever in motion, they point us towards something bigger, the mysteries of stuff happening beyond our window boxes, beyond our streets, beyond our ken. They light up paradoxes – we are unique and irreplaceable to loved ones, but specks of space dust in the great scheme of unthings. Everything is turning, it happens only once, but it all comes round again in an endless circle – a dog chasing its tail. It makes me feel perplexed and safe and happy. It is peace to know that I need know nothing.