The stars owe nothing to the dust below,They burn without a purpose or a name.No grand design directs the rivers' flow,No ancient judge allocates praise or blame.We wake unbidden on a spinning sphere,Condemned to freedom in a silent void,And wrestle with the paralyzing fear,Of finding all our structures self-destroyed.Yet in this blank canvas of the night,The lack of meaning is a quiet grace.For we are those who choose to kindle light,And project purpose on an empty space.No destiny is carved upon the stone;We write the path, responsibly alone.
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