Observatory

If we lay down now, would we sleep? Would we spend the night up here? In the stars, pretty much.

 

We should lie down here, philosopher, and spend the night. And wait to see what the night showed us. And wait to see how deep the night really is. How bright the stars really are. How vast the universe really is, and how empty.

 

And the emptiness. And the hollowness. And the great, great evil. That drifts through the world like smoke.

 

How indifferent it is. How turned from us it is. How it doesn’t care.

All the magnificence. All the cold splendour.

What would we see that we haven’t seen before?

 

We wander through the night, philosopher. We err. We live in untruth.

 

We should lie down here and look upwards. And stare upwards. And what would see there? What would we see up there? What plans does the universe have for us? 

 

Why isn’t there Truth? Why isn’t there Truth in the sky? Why isn’t there light beaming down from Truth? Why can’t it reach us here? Why can’t it touch us here?

Why can’t Goodness speak? Why can’t the universe break to let it through? Why can’t the shell of the sky break? Why can’t the sky shatter? Why can’t we hear the Word of God? What does it say, the Word of God?

 

What does Truth look like? Is it beautiful? I suppose it would have to be.

What does Goodness look like? Is that beautiful, too? What have we been waiting for all along?

When’s the Judgement going to come? It’s going to come, isn’t it? I know it. We should carry it in our hearts, that knowledge. We should keep it there, in our hearts.

 

Are things clear, in your head? Because they’re not clear in mine. Do you think clear things?

I feel confused. I feel mixed up.

When do things become clear? When does the light shine? When is the light separated from the dark, like at the beginning of the Creation?

 

We will weep and it will soothe our eyes. The tears will cool our eyes.