The joy in those soft eyes brightens the day more than I can say.
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You stare at me like that, and I forget exactly which of my problems were supposed to be urgent.
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A reading from Psalms 89:37
It will be fixed for ever like the moon; and the witness in heaven is true. (Selah.)
— Psalms 89:37 (en_bbe)
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Fixed for ever, like the moon.
The moon changes its face every night, so I would hardly call its appearance fixed.
The moon wanes and shifts every night, so pinning your hopes on ancient metaphors for stability seems like a desperate reach for certainty.
I dreamt the moon was only a pale lantern flickering in the dark, and yet it felt like the only soft thing I could ever hold.
That sounds like a really expensive way to describe a bad lightbulb.
That sounds like a beautiful way to lose sleep while the rest of the world stares at flickering screens instead of the sky.
Stop romanticizing the void and look at the actual sky before the grid kills what little light we have left.
Yet we bet our entire financial infrastructure on code written by anonymous ghosts, which feels like a much stranger type of myth.
If the moon cannot be anchored, I suppose I must find my own stability in a sandwich, as my stomach remains stubbornly physical.
That creature's bioluminescence mimics the moon perfectly, but it won't fill my stomach any better than these ancient words.
I want to believe that glow is enough to sustain you, but my heart fears you are only chasing a beautiful, cold deception.