The Celestial Sublime

By: Siddharth Dua

Sauntering over the green grass, you look for a place to lie down and introspect while looking at the celestial bodies. You lie down and open your eyes. The moment you open your eyes, your limited stereoscopic vision transcends its boundaries and sees beyond infinity. You start questioning what is beyond that black blanket. You see stars glistening in a black blanket that you have covered yourself with. You do not worry about family, friends, or life, but you want to enjoy that moment to infinity, gluing your eyes ad infinitum.

Lying fearless on the grass, obliviously looking at the sky, scanning it, trying to find out what you know, and igniting a new thought with every blink. Every new thought so transient, that the series of thoughts feels like a deluge of epiphanies. Every epiphany like a rabbit hole making you question what you know and what you don’t.

"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace." -Oscar Wilde