Universe

Hey, the way you twinkle is the most endearing feature you have.

You do not take or give but we appropiate blame to you, anyways.

We, humans, try to survive in any way we can.

We want to blame you. We want to have something to take the burden of despair off of our shoulders.

You... do not even notice the responsibilty that we accost you with.

Yet, we continue treat you as an anthropomorphic thing with desires or intent.

Despite the intensity and fervor of our blame, you continue to twinkle with a vast array of colors that shock and astonish all of those who are willing to look.

It is almost as if our blame is misplaced, misjudged, and misappropiated.

How wonderful it would be if it weren't.

Fairness, equality, balance.

These are words that we made up and have no effect outside of our meager existence. I mean, even within our existence we cannot agree on what words mean or how to say them.

What gives us the right to blame an unconscious and unfeeling universe that merely provides the setting of our lives unintenionally?

Universe, you are beautiful today and tomorrow. You are a chaotic vastness of awesome size and probability. I only dream of viewing you through lenses wide enough to capture your entire being. In reality, doing so would leave me with nothing new. For I cannnot comprehend even the size of the mote of dust I live on.

Universe, continue on. With or without us, you will still be the most enrapturing thing to look upon.