January 7, 2015

The Unknown



 
The sunset clouds are gathered far away, it's clear and cold,
The Milky Way is silent, I turn to the jade plate.
The goodness of this life and of this night will not last for long,
Next year where will I watch the bright moon?

-Su Shi

No one is guaranteed tomorrow. No one is guaranteed the next hour, or the next minute. One moment a galaxy, another moment a falling star. Once bright and then gone. We shine in the sky for such a brief time. Who is to say what will happen? The unthinkable occurs. Destiny smiles at our foolish plans.

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