A forest of fireflies recently enveloped your correspondent on a warm summer night. The moment of pure beauty, though, invoked a deep, subtle sadness - as if imminent pain was about to occur. What is it about the moments that lift our hearts, that connect directly with the trueness of our selves, that also remind us of some long lost sorrow?
Life pushes us up against the core from which we came. As we go to work, make car payments, date our beautiful boyfriends and girlfriends, the base of life haunts us, whispers of meaning in languages we cannot understand. We come face to face with emptiness.
The Void. It cannot be filled. Fireflies gently light up the night and fill our hearts - but the Void will not be tamed. There is no meaning even in the meaningless. In the end, we are only aware of our awareness, of our inability to be truly aware. It is metaphorical devastation that sets us free - a bold action that must be repeated on a daily basis. A simple action of acceptance. A true action that originates from our own Void.
Feel sadness and fear that beauty sits in front of you for no reason - then rejoice that the gods have already chosen you to revel in these mysteries.
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