Things I've Lost
My faith. Though does it count as lost if I've never really had it? It was given to me by my parents, but I never really owned it. Pretty stories, ugly myths.
It must be lonely, people say, living this way. Not at all, it's a comforting hug for certainty and mystery, of science and beauty. I don't know, and you don't either.
We are all made of the universe itself. Dust from exploded stars make up the dust of our bones. We are of galaxies and suns and the universe. Stardust people, how can that not be beautiful? We're small, but part of something oh so big.
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