But what if pleasure and pain should be so closely connected that he who wants the greatest possible amount of the one must also have the greatest possible amount of the other, that he who wants to experience the “heavenly high jubilation,” must also be ready to be “sorrowful unto death”?
And so one should look at the stars in wonder for what they may hold.
So closely connected, yet so far apart.
For in the wonder, the want…these breaths of unwaning depth,
hold the air…of future gain, in unending sacrifice to loss.
To the high, to the low…and to all that is holy.
One remains affixed in the gaze
in the held and the wandering,
of things left and open-ended.
The committed, undetected…
the meaning forever unbound.
We find, we are far…
yet in this distance, order is nigh
for the stars carry a connection
and the air…a distant loss.
Tread on high ground, so close to these stars,
for you will eternally breathe on deep waters.
This is lifeblood, so closely connected.
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