The Signpost Series: The Parturition Of Stars

The signpost moves upon its own volition. Adjustments and alignments made by the stowaway and/or the ship without earnest devotion to wide eyed awe can be made for naught. The differentiations between an observed star and an unobserved star are acknowledged by the whole, the infinite, in the form of longing. The desire to be gazed upon may be the only inherent quality of all matter. It is this desire that moves the finite towards the infinite, towards home.

An eternal fire hangs upon the edge of an unknowable field, a field void of time and space. From this fire all stars are born. The infinite, in its wisdom, is the alchemy required to render all manner of finite forms. The ability to focus is the intent of this rendering, this manifestation. All matter warms itself by this fire for a time before either moving towards or away from the infinite. The smile, the signpost, unknowingly recalls the heat and the parturition of stars and calmly guides the ship. It guides the ship unaware through a slow dance of eyelids that open and close.

The twins of unknown origin sit upon the back of a high couch in this ancient waiting room. This place, labored upon by all hands but touched by none, is the Rome of ley lines. The twins are the welcoming committee and the avatars of light and darkness. Detached awe is the offering; coins are placed on eyes, one for each. They reveal all manner of all manner until snakes eat their tails. By the time the twins throw open the door they will be one and none.