Footprints II
I dreamed I was once again on that beach with scenes from my life flashing across the sky. I was now familiar with understanding the patterns of footprints that interwove with my own; how they came to be and what they meant. What more I wondered could I possibly learn?
I was suddenly propelled into the sky; much higher than last time - straight through the stratosphere and past the heavens until the whole of the galaxy was but a bird's eye view - It was breathtaking. Or the vacuum of deep space taking my breath perhaps.
I saw the planets spiraling around our sun in constant, yet uneven orbits and trajectories as it barreled through the unknown universe at a terrifying speed; planets warming at perigee, and cooling at apogee, ceaselessly, as they always have, and always will, regardless of our intervention. Moons of other worlds followed the same familiar path as the worlds themselves, a drunken marionette pretending to understand planetary dynamics while a cacophonous orchestra discordantly thundered and crashed around him. How something of this magnitude, with the sheer amount of chaotic happenstance all occurring at the same time, somehow maintained life and, in its own way, order, baffled the mind.
I was spun around slowly, observing other stars and galaxies until comprehension dawned that each galaxy was subjected to the same spiraling trajectory as all the others, circling something even greater outside the realm of the known - that what I could see visibly also applied equally to that which I couldn't see, and further, was a universal truth which would apply to all things at all times - not just the known, but also the unknown. That in turn the greater thing our galaxy was orbiting was again orbiting something even greater, ad infinitum; it applies to all.
I was descending slowly now. Through the paths of the moons orbiting planets and planets orbiting the sun, and the...footprints of every person on our planet orbiting one another. I saw the same handiwork in our day-to-day lives as individuals from the drunken marionette as it related to everyone else around us, and heard the same noisy, disharmonious symphony orchestra on earth as it was in heaven. Our entire life is chaos from the moment set our feet into the sands of time, as are those around us, all of us, spending the entirety of those lives missing the fact we're explosions, living on an explosion traveling through an explosion in chaotic dance intertwined with one another all bound through the same physics on which the cosmos operates but at a very human-level. That we have tried in vain to make sense of the madness we couldn't see, but always knew to be present; that our solution was love.
Love is the only constant which exists outside those universal truths, is neither subjected to it or influenced by it; love alone is unique to us and every being in the sand is bound by it. Even hate is bourn from love, because without loving something we wouldn't know to hate something which falls outside its ideal. Disgust, loathing, all of them have love as their origin. Less yin/yang and more the frequency of achromatic white. We alone act as a prism. We choose everything that happens to us when we don't take responsibility for managing that light, that emotion, the direction those primordial chemicals are funneled.
I descended back down and stepped at the head of my footprints in the untouched sand, creating a new pair. Looking around me, everything I saw was once again limited to my own perspective, yet everything was now different. Understanding changes how we see ourselves, those around us, and our collective place in this world. I heard and saw everything all at once, and all the time - that chaos, having been revealed, was now my comfort. I could see the trajectories everyone with whom I interacted was on, and hear the silent screams as they struggled with their internal prisms a thousand times a day. And I had grace. I chose; choose, to love them because of it.
