As Long as There are Stars in the Sky.

Sunday 24th of February 2019

This is going to be short because I’m really tired.

There are two scars in my hand from when I was a baby. At some point they were in the centre of my hand, but now, one is by my little finger and the other nearer to my wrist, opposite my thumb.

This, to me, can only mean one thing. Nothing really changes, I have had the same skin since I was a baby. It has only stretched to accommodate a bigger form. I have had the same skin since I developed in the womb.

This is insignificant, until you apply it to the universe. It suggests that everything in the universe has always existed, it has just spread out.

Now applying the fact that nothing truly dies, everything is energy and energy can’t be destroyed only recycled… everything in the universe has always existed and will always exist.

Then bring it back to the body. I am part of the universe. You are part of the universe. We have always existed and will always exist.

Is that frightening or liberating?

Have you read ‘The Murder of Miss O’ yet?