Brilliant

The stars huddled in the cosmos to watch the birth scene. As they stared down, they witnessed the immaculate birthing of that awful, frail creature. Seemingly weightless, gasping for the Earth’s air, the newborn was as shriveled as a dried up lima bean. He barely took up any space on the voluminous planet.

The stars knew what this meant, and they knew it very, very well. Such a child would expire very shortly after leaving the safety of the womb. He would not stand a chance against the night.

“Not a chance.”

They started twinkling erratically in their ferocious anxiety. They had to save him.
He barely had the energy to fill his lungs with the cold January air.

“Something must be done.”

“No. Leave him.”
“Not everyone is meant for life on Earth.”

“Those who cannot survive the passage from the womb to the world do not deserve to live.”
Although stars are compassionate by nature, some were very heartless.

“Death is a natural part of everything. And sometimes, some births need not occur. No-one will notice, and the balance of the Universe will not be disturbed.”

“No, you are wrong. No birth is disposable. No life is expendable. There is no ounce of energy that the Universe can do without.”

And so, as the abomination was struggling in his fight against the thick air of the world, the stars initiated a much unnecessary debate.

Until one star had a brilliant idea.

Of course, not all the other stars agreed. Some left, some needed more convincing, but eventually, a gigantic constellation formed above the baby’s head and carried out the brilliant star’s plan.

 The stars slowly started glowing a little brighter, because something cosmically grand was taking place. Since nothing can be created nor destroyed, the stars were resourcefully cutting their own skin. Each star would lacerate its meat and send a long shaft of its own cosmic skin down to the Earth.

And before the baby boy knew it, long strings of star-skin were hovering above him. Slowly they touched his fragile body and clutched onto it.

The boy was engulfed in starlight.

“The boy will now be held up by us forever. He will always walk the Earth with a drop of air between his feet and the ground. And should the strings ever break, he will die like as though the Fates had cut his thread of life.”

“But at least,

 

At least he is alive.”

 

 

 

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I've read this piece of brilliance quite a few times and am still searching for words to express my thoughts. I question my life a lot - it hasn't been easy and sometimes it seems like it's only getting tougher. Your words make me question it a lot less. There are many profound truths here and many answers to questions I've been wondering about. Rightly or wrongly, for one to be alive, another's sacrifice and protection is needed - something that most people don't acknowledge, let alone live by.