Falling Together

What's that?

There

That thing moving in the middle

Look again

That

Pale, blue, dancer

Look again at that dot

Surrounded by all that space

Such a small thing

Almost nothing

Surrounded by darkness

Surrounded by what's called

Everything else

Look again at that dot

That's here

That stage, that dancer

There a whole world in that dancer

A microcosm of everyone you love

Everyone you know

Every human being who ever was

When he turns his head, it's not his head turning

But all the heads turning

If she raises a hand, it's not hеr hand rising

It's all the hands rising

Look again

This is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arеna

A little pile of dust suspended in a light-beam struggling for significance

But what's it about?

Look again at that dancer

What the fuck

But that's it

That's all there is

Us

A lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark

In all this vastness

There is no hint that help would come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves

So alright, yeah, I will have a double

Yes, I will fall

Open arms into and out of me own ego

Let go, let go, let go, the great let go

Look again at that dancer

That's you

You're here, that's us

With open arms fallen into a deep dark blue abyss through time, and space, and regret, and privilege, and denial, and dance

And dance

And dance

Arch up

Look up

To where we were

Where we are

Nothing to do

But to treat

And be treat with kindness

To preserve one-another, and to cherish

And to cherish the pale, blue, dot