This sonnet explores the liberation found within cosmic nihilism, viewing the absence of inherent meaning as an opportunity for absolute freedom.
The stars burn bright across the empty space,Indifferent to our sorrow and our joy;No cosmic plan preserves the human race,Time will eventually our works destroy.The grand illusions that we build in stone,Will crumble back into the quiet dust;We walk this spinning planet all alone,Stripped of our ancient, comfortable trust.Yet in this void, a brilliant freedom wakes,Unburdened by a heavy, forced design;The fragile cage of old dogma breaks,And leaves us free to draw our own straight line.When nothing matters in the cosmic sky,We are completely free to live and die.
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