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Watching The Sky

Science says some of the stars we see are long dead.

Yet there they are – vivid, flickering, brilliant.

And dead, I guess.

Science says half of our atoms come from far beyond the milky way.

I gaze down at my hands, sticking out from the sleeves of my white lab coat, and then back up again at the sky as if somehow I will suddenly be able to figure out what corner of the universe my left index finger derived from.

Science doesn’t say much else. The government says nothing.

The pyramids I’ve studied for decades whose construction even blatantly defies our so-called modern technology? The ley lines, whose orbits around the Earth I’ve recorded in stunning detail, that are bursting with energy – and answers? Anyone of substance in this industry just turns a blind eye for fear of being labeled a quack.

The media is the truth, they nod, dreamily staring off into space.

Yet all the reality we can ever demand is there among the deceased stars, sitting pretty like a Times Square burlesque show sprinkled across a blanket of velvet sky. How I’d love to pull just one star down, take it to over to the lab, and spend the rest of my entire life studying its components, its elements, its origin, its looming death, and never once reaching one damn conclusion.

That San Diego UFO sighting that went viral last Wednesday on YouTube was just a lost weather balloon, they all said, all the while their eyes never able to meet mine.

I squint to see if I can see it once more.

Nope. Nothing but stunning darkness filled with fairytale magic fit for royalty. Stars that hum with answers right at our universe-derived fingertips, yet beyond impossible to touch.

And I guess that will do, for now.

I glance down past my fingers at the soil below, built of dust and ash.

I will return there one day to thrive gloriously among the uncharted galaxies, the stunning black holes, the neon nebulas.

A thought impossible to comprehend as I watch the sky exhale and quiver with energy before feeling my phone vibrate with a message from my wife asking when I’ll be home for dinner.

I look up just as a shooting star throws a sly wink my way as she salsa dances fluently across the atmosphere, as if to say, “Hey, you! Look at me! I’m not dead yet. I’ve even still got half a life ahead of me!”

Science said the world is flat, there are nine planets,

water only exists on Earth.

Science says some of the stars we see are long dead.

Yet there they are – vivid, flickering, brilliant.

And dead, I guess.


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