On Stars

The cover of clouds veils the most exquisite places in the Universe from human sight. It conceals the effervescent stars which, now and then, peep from torn seams in the clouds and shine upon the parched face of the Earth. The stars lie there, in the endless void, strewn across like pearls that line up on the ocean floor. Chiseled to perfection, they decorate the monotonous and imperfect space. They breathe life into the untrespassed and undiscovered corners of the Universe.

The Divine Song that fills the air of Heaven, and to which God dances, would be discordant if the melody of the mellow music played by the stars was not strung into it, and etched into it, fusing it with the very essence of Life itself.

The stars dance across the fabric of space-time, gently swaying to their own music, and moving gracefully upon the Bottomless Floor. Sometimes, when they are weary with dance and music and play, they listen intently for sounds of Life: the heartfelt prayers, the silent joys and sorrows, the whispered conversations between humans and the Universe, and the blessings of God.

It is the stars that reach out and soothe weary and troubled minds, and ease the burden of the tired souls. They converse endlessly with beings that summon them, and reveal the Eternal Secrets to the ready souls. They sing lullabies at night to rock all the creatures to sleep. Their blessings rain down upon the Earth, embracing souls and guiding confused minds on their journey.

The stars have been there since the dawn of Time. They are the most beautiful creation of God. If Beauty could take a physical form, she would be a bright star. The stars are symbols of Hope. They are always there to guide us, to embrace us, to laugh with us and to wipe away our tears. They spread the message that sorrows are mere illusions and that life’s greatest truth is bliss. They urge us to have fun in life, because that is what they do and that is what God loves to do: have fun.

They are always present above our head hovering like angels, even if the Sun’s glare makes them invisible to our eyes. They adorn the plain garment of the Universe; they shield the lives of those who have faith in them from sorrows, for the strength of the beauty of reality lies in the eradication of illusions.

This is an unedited version of the piece written in May 2005. (Subsequent versions have been influenced by the agnostic views I adopted shortly after I wrote this text.) I have written more readable texts in recent times, but this one remains a favourite.