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The Answer to the Only Question That Truly Matters
At night, I stumble from my car to the house
Stumbling, tripping, shuffling my feet
I’m not drunk. It’s not dark
I’m starkly sober and it is bright
I’m looking up. Who could look elsewhere?
The source of the brightness in the night
The sea that we swim in
The galaxy opens up and swallows me
I want to be nowhere else
And yet I’m already there
We all are
Spaceship earth, interstellar travel to nowhere in a seemingly endless orbit
Cycling a star that will one day consume us
All of that space, all of that wondrous possibility
My mind aches just thinking of it
I cannot comprehend although I try
Awe and loneliness
Could it really be only us?
I feel cheated and so should you
Our deaths will rob us of the answer
To the only question that truly matters
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Could it really be only us?
