Thousands of light years away I hear the whirring in my sleep. Through the static echoes in my brain and by the hum of sweet cosmic lullabies in my ear. I believe, that the pace of New York is a genius cover up for the reasons why we don’t look up to the stars anymore. We don’t think about our minuscule presence. Of course we shouldn’t. Any information as such can drive the world mad with questions, with the fear of being forgotten. The fear of being lost in so much empty Space. But how can one feel lost when we just might walk together in that rust-colored vacuum we call Mars. The color of rock dust recognizes us, thank god. NASA has announced the landing of the space probe called “InSight”. I believe this is the whirr I hear. I believe it’s the sound of progress. Although I do not feel inspired right now, the tinkering of wires inside the contraption begs for human curiosity.
The cosmic dust in the galaxies are not lost. They simply are as they will be, millions and billions of miles away from our infectious curiosity. Yet these probes and metal frequencies search for a home that is lost. And what is home if you cannot comfortably sink into loss, and turn such into something that is found? Because when something is found, it can never be lost again, but anything else that happens to It is fair game.
Such technology shocked thousands as the beeps and tweets and whirring of computations occurred in less-than-real-time. Their creators shed joyful tears, not for the loss of another curiosity, but for the success towards godliness, Mightiness, to reign into a new kingdom. It is there to destroy, to love, to hate, because what is love for a home if it does not drive you mad at the same time? Oddities will drive you mad so that you know you care enough to possibly love them. Lab coats, hunched over with creases for hours at a time are fixational symptoms of human fascination.
I will hope, and sing for Mars. I will sing my mourning for the chalky red planet floating among the nebulas and infinite universes. Sure enough, the Evil of Mankind is absolutely persistent to get what it wants, what it needs, because there is nothing more home to Mankind than a world that is not ours.