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The Universe

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“His soul swooned softly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”

A single silver thread. A thread that spans the entire circumference of the world. I travel along this thread, it’s bound to my side. I can an infinite amount of stardust floating about me. I see people moving, people still. I blink, someone stops moving, I blink again, someone new moves. I am golden.

I sway through the stars, I live. I stop and let myself float, I am dead. What am I? Am I like them? Do I move? Am I still? Alive or dead? I do not know what I am.

Their souls are solid, they have one purpose. My soul is liquid, it has many objectives. I see someone who stops moving, like a toy winding down, I blink at them, and someone new is formed in a far off land. What power do I possess?

The stars align in a certain way I can control. I wave my hand, I see a family, I wave my hand again, someone is floating past me. They are translucent, I am luminescent. They look happy as they ascend the stardust staircase. I am sad, I cannot traverse the same path they do.

I follow the silver cord, but a barrier stops me. I cannot enter where they moving toys live. It is not my realm. But I don’t belong at the top of the staircase either.

Perhaps I am stardust. Perhaps I don’t exist at all. But how do I know if I exist? I feel, I feel my heart rise and fall with the toys below. When they grieve, I grieve. When they cheer, I cheer. I wonder if I am an embodiment of them. I wonder if I am their guardian.

With a swish of my golden dress, I allow people to rest. They float past me, smiles on their faces. I wonder why they are so happy to leave the realm of moving toys while the others stream water from their eyes. Why are they restricted so?

No one dares leave the stardust staircase. I stand at the bottom and wait to see if anyone comes down. They never do. I hear music from the top. I want to join. I can’t. Is it a party? I have a beautiful gown. I can dance as well. No one asks me to dance.

I see the sun and moon rise in tandem. Every day the sun dies. Every night the moon lives. Am I the sun or the moon? I carry the gold of the sun and the silver of the moon. Am I life or death? Am I both? The gold is warm, the silver is cold. I feel nothing. No warmth, no chill.

The moving toys seem to be warm, so the gold must shine for them. The water from their eyes shines like silver. Does the cold only come when someone drifts away? I feel their sadness, but I do not feel cold. I feel their happiness, but I do not feel warm. I am neither warm nor cold, I am not gold or silver, I am not life or death.

I am the middle, aren’t I? I may swish my dress and make the toys cease, but they do not fill with silver because of me. The gold brings silver to gold. They make one another silver. They make one another follow the stardust staircase. I do not make gold from thin air, only gold can make gold. But why do I see it?

If I am nothing, am I everything? How can I be everything if I am nothing? What is the middle of warm and cold? Why can’t I go to either realm? Why do I have the silver thread?

I am the world and the world is mine to command. I am the tide, I am the shifting of the Earth. The thread leads me through lives, memories. The gold is the warmth of those who believe, the silver is the chill of those in need. I am the guardian I thought I was.

A swish, a new life, a blink, someone stops moving. I love this power. I love the liquid of my soul. I understand now. I do not dance because liquid fills what is needed. I cannot bypass the barrier, because liquid is not a force to break down walls. My souls fills the role it was destined to fill.

I am the universe.

“Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.”
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Just a little writing exercise. Nothing too special. I just thought this prompt was interesting.

Merry Christmas (Eve) everyone!

Quotes are from James Joyce's The Dead. Which I read and wasn't that interesting.

I listened to this song pretty much the entire time while writing this: www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZo7Dg…
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