Proximity

Latent are the stars in the blink of an eye- sleeping, ever sleeping, in a vessel of dust and dust alone as the world will only know. Ripples form into once and forever, silent remnants of the secrets of truth. The universe weeps for that which it shall never fathom, O weaver of the rain, yet worshiped for the calm... it is an enigma in itself and no man can stand up and fathom it, no matter how lofty his words or perceptive his mind, for in the end, he is only mere man and can only do what mere men do... and the universe is beyond all of them.