Overcoming Void

The Gaze of the Sky

That very moment when you feel your connection with the universe.

Today, I saw the sky.

It was looking at me. I felt it as I was going home back from work.

It was in one of those unique places in the universe. These places exist here, on Earth. I remember a few of them — someone sends you a signal: stop and look at me. If you are one of those who can hear this voice, you will stop and meet it with your gaze.

No one around will see or feel anything. They all go on in their bulletproof glass cocoons. There is no connection between the void of their shells and the universe around me.

But there is more than just a connection between me and the universe.

I was dissolved in it. I knew t because I felt its gaze upon me.

And this gaze is everywhere — every blade of grass, every pebble, every glimmer of sunlight in the windows of the buildings around, and every reflection of the clouds. Every atom of it was looking at me. I was the universe, and the universe was me.

There were several buildings grouped together, merging into one another. Behind this stone ensemble, a tower rose. The buildings stood close to each other. They were built and completed at different times and styles, but there was a remarkable unity among them, as if they all held memories of the people who had ever been inside.

The tower had a simple rectangular shape, and a large radio mast towered on its roof. This mast was like a long, shining needle piercing the vein of the sky. Something circulated between the sky, this tower, and my mind.

There were no hands on the tower clock. The clock showed eternity; I stood there and looked at that sky, behind which stretched the infinite universe, and the sky looked at me. I felt filled with increasingly intense emotions: at first, it was calmness and quiet joy, then that joy turned into excitement, and further — into exaltation. Something had happened in the universe, and I felt it. Something related to me.

I stood in that stream of light pouring straight from the sky. I saw that the sky was boundless. Closer to the horizon, it formed mountains of immense, breathtaking clouds rising from below for kilometers. The clouds shimmered in different colors — from dark gray and crimson to delicate pink and dazzling white. I was grateful to the sky for this majestic, inspiring sight.

I was captured in this scene. Forever, for an eternity. I was inscribed in its chronicle. That is what happened to me. If something like this has happened to you, you understand me. We have become lines in this never-ending code that defines the past, present, and future.

We are there. We will meet at one of its intersections. We will never get lost in oblivion.