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The world is but a small, dark place

A fleck of motion, a pinprick of light drifting amidst an unbearably vast void

And that makes every grain of sugar all the sweeter

Every breath of laughter all the sweeter

 

Think of the all sailors, lost at sea, adrift in that small, dark place

As they glimpse the pinprick of the lighthouse, that fleck of motion on the unbearably vast horizon

How radiant their smiles, how jubilant their hearts

Think of the newborn, emerging from that small, dark place

As they open their eyes for the first time and glimpse true love

The smallest among us are often sweetest

And to be fleeting is to be precious

 

How precious this pinprick is

All of Earth

All of it sustained by a fraction of a fraction of a ball of light which is itself a fraction of a fraction

Yet nonetheless it holds all this

Home to all we know, and so much more we don’t 

 

See, the world is not some small, dark place

It is vast

Incomprehensibly, yet bearably vast

The horizon itself, that endless expanse of sky, is but a fraction of a fraction of it all

 

Each unturned stone harbors a thousand untold secrets

Each turned stone felt a thousand long-dead loves

And so I want to turn them all

 

And I lied to you before

The earth is not all sustained by sunlight

See, we know of biological communities deep beneath the waves that subsist entirely off of the energy of hydrothermal vents

Laborious chemeosynthesizers

Glorious anaerobic reminders

Of the countless untold wonders that dance at the edges of my periphery

So let me turn my head, and let me turn yours, too

I want to turn them all

So I guess what I want is to turn into the world

See, the world is but a small, dark place

And yet it turns us all