• I am aware that the stars are quite bright
    tonight.
    The births of mass increase as the nighttime turns.
    So much knowledge just grasped in but an hour.
    I am aware. I have been put in my place.

    How small are we, comparatively?
    Under the Milky Way tonight, I muse.
    Under the Milky Way tonight, I ponder.
    We are exceptionally small, comparatively.

    It hit me like the light at the dawning of the day,
    hit me like the spark of a newborn blaze.
    Is it true that we exist only for nothing?
    So much knowledge just grasped in but an hour.

    I hear that it is sometimes better not to know.
    I cannot take back the knowledge in which I have acquired.

    These are thoughts filled of empty shadows,
    thoughts depriving me of sleep.
    The nights are sleepless.
    I am restless.
    Pondering the stars alight my darkness,
    but yet my nights are sleepless.

    Reflections face the moon;
    it smiles down before me.
    Holy wonder, why must I wonder
    the stories of the stars?

    I am aware of how small we are:
    We are figures filling spacious matter.
    There must be more to life than this.
    I cannot accept that we are but only an existence present in spacious matter.
    I am aware that it is so much
    to take in.