Broken Promises

I did it again. I sat outside on the deck, staring up at the sky. The stars and planets, again, transfixed me and held me in a state bordering between awe and confusion and deep appreciation for mysteries beyond my capacity to understand. I lured my wife outside to join me for a bit; she acknowledged the wondrous nature of the sky and the questions a night sky elicits from the bowels of one’s soul. After a time, though, she was ready to return to television and sofas and the comforts we allow ourselves to embrace when we dare not ask questions that have no answers. I continued my odd quest, looking skyward for answers to questions for which answers are nothing but lies and riddles. We are not brave enough, as a species, to ask questions for which true answers would boil our beliefs in soup so hot that the skin atop the lies we tell ourselves would turn into wisps of broken promises.


About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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