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I watched a show called Eli Stone tonight.
Its about a guy who has visions of George Michael singing and thinks that hes a prophet.
I wish someone would show me the way.
Have you ever felt like you were meant for something much more than this?
I do. All the time.
Except I don't know what that something more than this is.
I do know its something I need to make happen.
But I don't know what that something is, let alone how to go about making it happen.
All this stuff got me thinking about stardust.
I think its from the book Sophie's World but don't quote me on that.
Anyway the idea is that the Big Bang (if you believe in that) was basically a mass of concentrated matter that was all gathered up together so close it exploded and created the universe.
This mass, well, we could consider it to be kinda like a star.
And so, since the explosion of this star created everything, we are all stardust.
You, me, and everyone and everything we know is just stardust.
Now I'm not one to believe in life after death.
I have trouble buying into the idea that there could be something after this life.
Mostly because I have enough trouble trying to explain this life in the first place.
But I'm kind of in a weird place right now.
You see, my dad, I have trouble even looking at his picture still.
My mom said that my dad didn't believe that there was anything once you die.
I can't see him, I can't hear him, I can't touch him or smell him.
But I know hes around.
I can't explain it, its just a feeling.
Maybe its just that clichéd "you live on in the people that loved you" type of thing.
Or maybe my dad is stardust.
That stuff that we are all made out of and thats all around us.
Or hes just ashes sitting in a jar that lives on a bookshelf in my parents' bedroom.
A jar full of ashes that my mom likes to talk to.
Shit, I don't know.
I'm in a weird place and I'm full of contradictions.
And I wish George Michael would show me the way.
Its about a guy who has visions of George Michael singing and thinks that hes a prophet.
I wish someone would show me the way.
Have you ever felt like you were meant for something much more than this?
I do. All the time.
Except I don't know what that something more than this is.
I do know its something I need to make happen.
But I don't know what that something is, let alone how to go about making it happen.
All this stuff got me thinking about stardust.
I think its from the book Sophie's World but don't quote me on that.
Anyway the idea is that the Big Bang (if you believe in that) was basically a mass of concentrated matter that was all gathered up together so close it exploded and created the universe.
This mass, well, we could consider it to be kinda like a star.
And so, since the explosion of this star created everything, we are all stardust.
You, me, and everyone and everything we know is just stardust.
Now I'm not one to believe in life after death.
I have trouble buying into the idea that there could be something after this life.
Mostly because I have enough trouble trying to explain this life in the first place.
But I'm kind of in a weird place right now.
You see, my dad, I have trouble even looking at his picture still.
My mom said that my dad didn't believe that there was anything once you die.
I can't see him, I can't hear him, I can't touch him or smell him.
But I know hes around.
I can't explain it, its just a feeling.
Maybe its just that clichéd "you live on in the people that loved you" type of thing.
Or maybe my dad is stardust.
That stuff that we are all made out of and thats all around us.
Or hes just ashes sitting in a jar that lives on a bookshelf in my parents' bedroom.
A jar full of ashes that my mom likes to talk to.
Shit, I don't know.
I'm in a weird place and I'm full of contradictions.
And I wish George Michael would show me the way.