«Right now people all over the world are having parties and forgetting that we are just rotating on a rock among the stars, whilst… werewolves, for one, are way too aware of what’s in the sky and of the toll it’s going to take from them. Some herbs will thrive on it, some potions will brew thanks to it… far away satellites still searching for new life and new civilizations will send data about it. It’s all very fascinating, beautiful… and kind of frightening. Most of the time it makes me dizzy. It makes me wonder and wander. It makes me feel small and majestic, worthless and omnipotent. But tonight… Tonight I can only think about how beautiful you look under this light, how perfect. I am so moved and shattered by your beauty that I feel something primeval, like the ancient bards and poets must have felt when they were overwhelmed by something they could only just grasp but never quite explain. I feel… the urge to create myth. I imagine myself devoting all my life and all my art and magic to one single quest, with one single goal. I imagine a world too bright and chaotic by day and too dark and scary by night. Then I imagine the line our gaze connected… for seconds, just seconds, half seconds, by chance… and those are the only moment in my life when I feel anything at all, which is a sudden swoop of my stomach and the coursing anger at the thought that nothing in this world is graceful enough to honour you. So I start working hard, I consult the oracles; I bend the elements and the forces of nature. In my ecstasy, I become one with the gods. Finally, I can truly impose my will upon reality. I could make anything. I decide to make the Vault of Heaven and I make myself human again. I come back to you and I find that finally the world does you justice. This is the only way I can and want to explain it all, tonight. The night sky seems like something only I could have willed into existence, and only in order to love and hallow you under the moonlight and the starlight.»
[ 15.08.2071 ]
