We search for what is but a stone’s throw away. Stones we cast that break the glass we can’t bear to look through. Eyes that reflect blindness. The stillness is where all is seen without seeing. There, it is calm. There, it is peace. Where the trees topple the storm. It will never be a matter of if, but when. It never was a matter of if. Always when. When the moon shone brighter than the sun, illuminating the darkest sky. Every star, a point in time, each eternal. More eternal than even what the Universe knew. From the beginning to the end, where they met. Never actually separate. Never actually apart. Universe after Universe after Universe; not even time knew how many. Never wasted when kept watch over by the Heart. Never lost when held by the Heart. There was only one constant that bound them all. There was only one constant that could unravel them all. It was a cosmic prison of infinite expanse. The constant. The true immeasurable measure of all that traversed all. Silently. Deafeningly. Unheard. Unspoken. Resolute in purpose. Unwavering in contest. It would wait, patiently, gently, as each star was turned out. It would return the stillness to the divine cosmos. It would return the stillness to the dark. It would breathe in the light. It would be. Love.
