Midnight Shift Ramblings

This is the offspring of a conversation I had with a coworker that turned into a chat about death and mortality.

The sun has set beyond the silent mountain vista

The world of lush green forest is now hidden in darkness

But above that darkness a different beauty appears

The once blue sky is now a velvet black filled with brilliant pinpoints of light

I am awed at the universe and its unimaginable size

I feel small, tiny, but at the same time joyous

I am but a grain of sand on a huge beach, a massive desert

But I am still a piece to that infinite jigsaw puzzle and

without me that puzzle can never be complete

This was originally going to be about my dad but it never really developed into being about him.  Instead it really is just saying that when one thing dies another is born.  Day gives birth to night and vice versa.  A beautiful landscape disappears in the darkness but it’s replaced by a brilliant starlit night.  Are living things like that?  Do we crossover into another plane of existence or do we just cease to be?

I used to think we were just a molecular accident, a strange brew of universal elements that bumped into each other to create the meat stew that is humanity.  Now I prefer to think of us as an example of the rule not an exception to it.  Day turns into night, winter into spring, I refuse to believe that we are some cosmic anomaly that simply turns to dust.

The last part just says we all matter.  No matter how we see ourselves, be it a grain of sand on the desert, a pebble or a bolder on a beach without us the universe (beach) is not the same.  Without us it is incomplete.