Thoughts At Bedtime

What may be said of the phenomenon perceived just once, and almost not at all, that were it known across the galaxy, would shake the stars? Might it be likened to the faded signal of distress picked up one time out of the ocean wilderness, the lonely listener himself unsure of what he heard? Invasion of the lost upon a single consciousness let go, or tumbling in the mind forever is creation, helpless in its stormy power, a spark that may have glowed there for a moment off in space, ignited by an infant god. It is too much. That which is there, or was, is never not, will not release its hold, most certainly may never be dismissed, for it will streak across the inner skies with all the force of an intrepid infant universe to claim a destiny as faithful as our own, to life or to another certainty the bald impertinence of death. ~