Physical Graffiti

in reality, of course, 

life rushes from within 

not from without. 

on the wings of maybe

overexposed

but i find that beauty can lie in the fault lines

as above, so below

integrity 

respect 

quality 

evolve

balance

harmony 

communication 

efficiency

the linearity of time can be totally meaningless in these states

waiting for the train in bushwick 

brisk air on my skin, waiting on the same subway platforms that have been stood on by my ancestors 

underneath the same sky old sky, covered in a gray blanket of clouds

a million molecules could exist between me and the rest of the universe

or so it seems

seems so far away, so magical, so high 

the same magic in the sky above us must be somewhere around here, i can feel it in the air 

its comforting to know that the same power that governs the cosmos, governs my heartbeat

i start feeling the air twinkling in and around me like soft rays of light.... 

then i finally start hearing train bells coming closer from the distance 

i am a traveler of both time and space

The fate of individual human beings may not now be connected in a deep way with the rest of the universe, but the matter out of which each of us is made is intimately tied to processes that occurred immense intervals of time and enormous distances in space away from us.  Our sun is a second or third generation star.  All the rocky and metallic material we stand on, the iron in our blood, the calcium in our teeth, the carbon in our genes were produced billions of years ago in the interior of a red giant star.  

We are all made of star stuff.  

-Caral Sagan, "The Cosmic Connection"