The mechanical clock of the universe ticks toward midnight. A listener is wakeful, but aware. Like so many other times, at deep night the ears hear sounds usually muffled during waking hours. There is a quiet roar of blood that can be heard from within the body, insects outside sing along. A person might be able to hear a little night music of the universe now.
It is a good time to be awake; there is a deep peace about the world right now, as the listener hears the dreamer. There are conversations with the unseen, lectures to the long gone students, conference planners building the road to space. There is formal corporate jargon of the older age that no one now can relate to: Snippets from long gone crises that no one remembers — except those that knew why the crises happened.
Corporate responsibility to the public, “How many souls of flight riders can dance on the roof of your consciousness”.
There is disgust in the sleeping voice for those who remembered what was not public information, but there is resignation too. “The information omitted was not comprehensible outside the conference room”.
Atomic testing: “all of the observers of those Pacific Ocean testers died of cancer”. “He built his home on a covered garbage dump. He had approved the concept of re-claiming building sites that were later declared superfund sites. He died of Cancer as well”.
The voice comes and goes — longing for the salvation that comes from the time of youth and possibility. “I wrote the valedictorian’s speech for her. Right after the war (WWII) it was all about the wonders that atomic energy would bring”. “My God!”
Then quiet drops again with a hint of the clock still ticking and sleep returns for the learner, but the listener remains awake.
Beautiful! Sleep returns for the learner… The listener stays awake. Thank you for being awake and writing about these things. Seen and unseen. many of us are stewards. We must help others stay awake.