To be a Star

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Good bye earth I’m leaving this planet of water and dirt to become a star in the sky, got my loved one’s wishing they could fly. But we forget Icarus, who flew to high, then his father had to say goodbye. A wise man once said if my life is a lie then I would rather die for something then to live for nothing, so he was crucified and two thousand years later he’s still alive, how foolish were we to believe that immortality meant never dying, and happiness meant never crying. Its Ying and Yang, that’s some Confucius slang, for every good there is an equal evil. We can get so strong and still be feeble. Our weakness is doubt, and faith is something we can’t live without. Faith doesn’t mean god, faith means to believe in something, because those who believe in nothing are gone sooner than most. So I use this body, this host to exist and to resist your idea of life, your money, your car and your wife. These things are only false security. Flawed machines we are, to idolize purity. Only the fool knows not why the apple falls, he can recall how but not why. Reality distorted by a cloudy eye. The fog comes quicker and the hog gets thicker. Is consumption the only reason to live, if it is then we are nothing more than pigs. We want a simple answer to a complex question like why do good people get cancer. Science says it is all chaos and religion say there is order. Then why does a loving father have to find his chopped up daughter? This seems like a win for science but religion rears its head in defiance. The father takes this pain and turns it into something beautiful, some call that gain. He finds order in chaos and even though our own thoughts betray us we can find meaning where there is none. For example look to the sun, the sun wills the planets to conform, like orbital puppets they perform. I know now that I am like the sun I can make order where there is none.