Nicole Page-Smith
We are all too human
Clouds are strange. Planetary information and an illusion. The night sky we know to go through the spectrum of light like the rainbow but the sky is not supposed to be this way. The sunset and the sunrise will inform us of a new day and somewhere there will be an indication of the universe. If only we could read the clouds. We are in a phase of the universe known to those who view the sunset. As the planet spins on an axis the Earth goes on a continual cycle but does not go on the imagined circuit more than we know. The clouds tell you where in the universe Earth tends to be. Space time almost warps our understanding and as we view the sunset as beautiful so, will we see our phase of the Earth. Time is our component for understanding and like reading your watch, our fate. God is our light.
Our universe spins like the stars gather and accumulate the matter for us to see them shine. The phase of our universe predicts our future and you know there will be a future because there is a past. Past and future meet but are like the momentary present. We spin as the Earth orbiting around the universe almost in contemplation of ourselves. You feel we are at the end of an elliptical circle and when we turn the corner and travel back to a better place in the universe we will continue through the universe on Earth's pathway. The future and past are not something the universe knows. Matter occurs in an expansion of light. Matter is born. The more matter expands the more it denies itself for matter is the universe and all its expansion, the void. Matter is born of nothing and the nothingness we know as the void. Is the emptiness of space nothing, though? We feel all too human.
