👀👀The Unseen Stars ⭐⭐
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Stars, of all sizes, shapes, and colors, grace the shiny surface of our glowering, enchanted mirrors that linger in our hands and pockets.
We remember them. We give them credits – spoken and printed.
We are interested in them over the beings we walk this journey with.
We are enamoured with our perfect projections onto them.
They are like the pinpricks of white against the edge-less canvas that stretches over the expanse of our night sky [1].
But in the darkness that surrounds these flecks of light lay countless whom we cannot see.
The millions of history who have contributed to the stability, peace, and security of our lands. The unseen stars.
These who did not put their story to paper. These who did not have their portrait drawn or their faces sculpted into stone. Those who did not seek to be remembered.
Their journeys, filled with darkness and light, with death and life, will never grace our eyes.
Limited is our perception of reality. Someone always knows better than us.
It will take all eternity for them to reach our eyes (Olbers’ paradox).
For the light to fill the view of the night sky.
Till heaven, I guess.
They are The Unremembered. The Uncredited. The Uninteresting. The Imperfect.
The Unseen Stars.
Don’t let the stars that we see laud over us. There is hidden kindness beyond what we see with our limited perception.
Deep down, they don’t want to laud over us anyway. Deep down, they just want a quiet life. Like Thanos.
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This post was inspired by a snippet from a eavesdropped conversation as I waited for the train-replacement bus last year. A few metres away from me a elderly couple was having a lively conversation. The man said this unforgettable line.
“No one gives you credit”
That is a why behind remaining anonymous. To not take credit alongside this sad, elderly couple. To share in the common human condition of not being remembered.
No one remembers the former generations, and even those yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow them. (Solomon)
And that the only name that receives credit, that is remembered, is Jesus | ISHO.
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A piece of The Gospel that brought me falling into Jesus’ metaphorical arms.
“Jesus, remember me when You come in Your kingdom!” And He said to him, “Truly I say to you, today you shall be with Me in Paradise.” (Luke)
These words I repeated over and over for many months after I raised my hands to the heavens on my bed on a lonely Sunday afternoon, after being let down slowly by my first (and last) crush. Like a pathetic fool.
For all those lonely peeps out there who would rather be dead (like me), and have no one to remember them, this pittance, this penny, I pass onto you.
My King (who dares call me friend) – ISHO – will remember you even if no one else does.
Or, even better, ISHO brings you to see Paradise.
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Warning: This post may contain traces of lies due to me being a tainted spiritual machine (spiritual machine = body + soul).
closing 🌗 words
I am a **quark ** in ISHO’s🦶. A quark in the smallest toe on the left foot, to be precise.
I am still waiting for my journey to become a fairy-tale. Sitting in my not so lonely tower, wasting away. My bank account bleeding, my life-blood being sucked out by my gym membership and every-few-months visit to the physiotherapist. My life, my money! [Watching the money burn](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTnvWreIhg) is hard._
💔 broken 📏 rules
I will not confess my masturbation dealings this time.
I did not perfect my writing. I gave myself two hours to write this. It’s less than one minute to submission as I am writing this!
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user #0134 : This dude is leading people astray.
user #1403: Attention-seeking wimp.
user #1034: This guy does not take himself seriously.
user #4301: This animal should be burned on the stake, flaunting his privilege, the white-washed bastard.
user #1043: Can’t wait for poverty to hit this guy. Then he will stop wasting time trying to start a covfefe – my bad, kerfuffle – online.
user #0000: You are bringing shame to the name of Jesus! I would love to cut off your fingers off so that you can’t write this bullshit heresy anymore. I would have done Jesus a big favour for doing dat.
user #6666: Someone hack this guy’s account so he would stop spewing this fucking nonsense. He is a servant of the Devil.
user #1111: Hey user#0000 don’t forget his mouth. They can use their mouths to record words nowadays. Pretty sure Microsoft Word has that feature. Gotta sew up his mouth so he could never speak.
user #2222: This guy is in the world, and of the world. Too bad.
References (at the end because who gives a f**k … well, ISHO does)
[1] A Australian Indigenous idea I saw on a poster at university.
A reason for referencing.
I sent you to reap what you have not worked for. Others have done the hard work, and you have reaped the benefits of their labor. (John)
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user #9999: He should have used “an” instead of “a” before Australian. Such a grammar dimwit.
user #3333: You use colors instead of “colours”. I knew it. A fucking American Jesus-freak.