Soul Trash

We humans seek to make sense of everything we find nonsensical and uncertain because we fear (and hate) the unknown--and, failing that, we slowly yet surely, if not promptly, fall into the depths of despair, if not downright-batshit insanity.

We fear ghosts because it's unclear whether or not they exist and whether or not they can hurt us with or without warning.

We fear the prospect of hell because afterlife condemnation can strike our hearts and minds with that inexplicable primordial terror from time immemorial of physical and mental torments as well as instill that certain dread of having to experience neverending stint in the state of eternal pain.

We fear death because the cessation of our existence may well entail the erasure of our memories, from the time of our earliest recollections, when we learn to crawl, when we learn to walk, when we learn to run, when we first lie to our parents, when we first masturbate, when we first experience the feeling of betrayal, when we first betray others, when we first experience puppy love, when we first experience that young blood rushing in puberty, when we first feel lust, when we first feel like seriously hurting others, when we first feel like seriously loving others, when we first feel like seriously wanting to protect and save others, when we first feel like seriously maim and disfigure and slit the throat of those who have wronged us or our beloved ones, when we first feel that stomach in butterflies in our first date, when we first experience that heartbreak when we dump or get dumped by our significant other, when we first make out, when we first make love, when we first feel empty and suicidal, when we find God, when we lose God, when we find and lose and find God again, when we find God again, and lose God again, and when we find God is always there all along, it's just that we don't look in the right place, when we lose God again because why not, when we find God again because why the heck not, when we stare at the night sky and ponder as we see myriads of stars how insignificant we are all as a species and yet how special we are since we were all stardusts and shall return as stardusts after we die.

Dust to dust.

Ashes to ashes.

Stardusts to stardusts.