When you stare into the Abyss, the Abyss stares right back into you.

I Looked Into the Abyss and Asked.....

I awoke to the awareness of my own existence.

Marvelled at the infinite forms and manifestations of beauty and horror before and around me.

I heard the clamour and arguments of explanation and found them wanting.

I called out into the Unseen Abyss of the Infinite Mystery,

“What are you?” 

I cried.

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My question travelled out into time and space.

For a thousand aeons it reverberated throughout the cosmos,

Caught in the orbit of stars and galaxies for millennia,

Colliding with the debris of long destroyed planets and slingshot free

 Off it went hurtling at trans-dimensional velocity.

Lost within the beauty of nebula for an age beyond counting,

Finding star systems where life thrived,

Mingling and mixing with the forms of intelligence as they emerged from their own primordial slime,

Studying the books and thoughts of countless worlds countless civilisations,

Performed on stages,

Told in jokes,

Discussed in universities,

Fought over in wars,

Bought and sold in markets,

Shared in acts of love and passion,

Witnessed in life and death,

Expressed in the music of the spheres.

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Finally....

 After countless lifetimes and incarnations,

I heard with a voice distinctly not my own,

The answer to my question echoed back across the cosmos to my point in time and space,

From the wisdom of the Unseen Abyss of Infinite Mystery.

“WHAT ARE YOU?”

It said.