This week, just as it does every week, Wednesday will come and go. But for a few, this one will be different. They'll use this Wednesday to pause and to reflect, to look back and to look ahead...and to consider their place in the grand scheme of things. Having set aside the revelry of a Fat Tuesday, they will gather with others of a like mind to practice old rituals--you may even see them with black smudges on their foreheads, mishapen and misunderstood.
"Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return."
No matter how you look at it, there's no escaping the inevitable: the party will end and we will all return to the dust from which we were formed. Whether you are one to believe there's something more or not, the inescapable truth is that life as each of us knows it is coming to an end--sooner than later. A smudge of ash is a reminder that nothing lasts forever. We will all die.
But before we allow that sadness to define us, it might be important to consider that the dust from which we are made--the dust to which we will return--is the very same dust that makes up the whole of what is--everything we can see and everything we can't: Stardust.
It puts a whole new (star)light on things, doesn't it? We are made from all that was and all that is and all that will be--which sounds pretty hopeful to me.
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain...
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