I look up at the night sky, and I know that, yes, we are part of this Universe, we are in this Universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts is that the Universe is in us. When I reflect on that fact, I look up—many people feel small, because they’re small and the Universe is big, but I feel big, because my atoms came from those stars. - Neil deGrasse Tyson
The eyes – a window into the soul, Or so they say. Like a scrying bowl In which you may chance look to see The golden threads of the tapestry That have weaved the story of a life. True, ever you can see the strife, Of a shattered, bleeding, sin-sick heart. But then how can you see Cupid’s dart, The life, the hope, the memory, E’ry piece of forgotten reverie?
So who am I then, I hear you ask. I’m the uncrowned queen behind the mask. I am the wind; I am the rain; I’m the unseen child that dares to fain To read, to dream; to be poet, knight; Pick up my sword and stand to fight. I am the light; yet I am the dark; I am the arrow that hits the mark; I hope, I love; try to right the wrong; Lift up my voice in joyous song.
But I’m more than that, for too there’s pain; Creeping shadow, forever my bane, That hunts and thirsts and tries to drown Every shred of hope and light, drag down What joy and courage I dare to cling. The red-eyed demons dance and sing, Wreathed in fire, in fear, in blood’s flame. The shadowed beasts have laid their dark claim. So to my knees I fall to pray, That an angel might turn night to day.
Now I have told you my why and how. But one last favor I ask of you now. Just tell me this, I beg of you: Look through the window, Who are you?