A Sky Without Stars

Every night when the sun set and the darkness followed, we would weep till the return of light.

Every night when the sun left us and the dark sky lit up with stars all would stand looking upwards with amazement. 

My name is Stella and I live under the dark lightless sky. 

My name is Stella! I live within a universe of infinite other beings and possibilities, but I am most proud to say I live under a sky filled with stars. 

Hello there, I am Something, glorious daughter of Nothing and Everything, but here I am your narrator.  Before is the story of a girl named Stella, or maybe I should say stories of a girl named stella.  Stella is a dweller within the great perplexing Omniverse af All Things.  Though All Things must recognizes Stella for her two alternate realities. 

Stella! was born under a sky filled with stars, hope and light.  Sadly in contrast, the other stella was born in a reality of no stars, hope, and only sunlight.  I am here to show you the two lives or maybe life in two realites, either way, of a girl named Stella.  I feel that we should start with the sky without stars. 

Every night when the sun set and the darkness followed we weep till the return of light.  My name is Stella and I live under the dark lightless sky.  I have everything I ever wanted.  A loving family loyal friends, a fearless cat, and a perfect boyfriend.  Nothing could go wrong in my life.  I am the top student in my class, all A's, and the must obedient, attendant, responsible, courageous, divergent, and the list go's on forever.  Even with all the love and happiness, I am so miserable. 

I have felt this way since I can remember.  I have been searching my whole life for this thing that makes me miserable.  Nothing I create and do matters to me.  My perfect life they say is overshadowed by this unsated misery.  Only the light makes me happy. 

Mean while Stella experiences a perfect life, Stella on the other side of the Omniverse awakens. 

Every night when the sun left us and the dark sky lit up with stars all would stand looking upwards 

with amazement.  My name is Stella!  I live within a universe of infinite other beings and possibilities, but I am most proud to say I live under a sky filled with stars. My people have nothing.  I live amongst a society were women and children and anyone who is disliked by the elder men in charge are lowest in civilization.  My Family and Friends long abandoned me and used me to clean their way to the good life filled with luxuries.  Not long ago I found another abanded creature, a sissy dog who I have befriended.  Together hopefully we can get through this world.  In this world women are not allowed to learn, and are deemed incapable before we are given a chance. 

There isn't much about me, I am Nothing New to this world, and I am alone, alone and under a sky filled with happy dazzling lights.  Nothing could go wrong in my life, for all that is wrong has already come to past.  Even with all this abandonment, hatred, and misery, I am so happy. 

I have felt this way since I can remember.  I have been searching my whole life for this thing that makes me so happy.  Everything I create and do means Everything to me.  My life I say is overshadowed by this great mystery before me.  Only the stars make me happy.  Maybe someday I'll lighten this world like the stars. 

Amazing how these two we the same soul.  Stella is both miserable and happy.  But on the inside, they long for Something, something to fill this word they were born with.  Stella under the dark sky now speaks. 

"Hello mother, how's your day today?" 

"Very well Stella, and just how is my lovely little girl feeling? " Spoke Stella's mother as she pinched  her cheek. 

"Fine mom!" She lied as she pushed away her mother's pinching hands. 

Stella felt a nawing emptiness inside her as she lied to her dear mother.  Foolish mother believed Stella and finished making pancakes for a breakfast style dinner.  Stella's father Mr. Kneel came into the room looking very sharp and well-groomed in a pin stripped tux. 

“Hello my two lovely ladies, how's school Stella?” 

"Wonderful dad, all A's again!” Stella said as she clapped with cheers and glee. 

"That's my girl and how's dinner honey?" 

"Superb we're having breakfast for dinner.  I thought I should spice up are lives and do something new!" said Rachel as she stirred the pancake mix. 

Stella felt trapped amongst her happy family.  Stella oftenly thought if everyone around her were miserable on the inside too.  She couldn't help but feel more horrible when looking at their cheerful happy faces acting as if Nothing was wrong in their world, as if their daughter wasn't hurting on the inside, as if they had no need to even exist!  Stella was driven insane by these overwhelming thoughts that are her alive from the inside.  She could no longer stand their happy faces! 

Stella stormed out of the room and ran into her bedroom.  Her happy loving fam didn't even consider their daughter to be mad.  Stella cowered within her closet corner.  The shadows casted across her face she looked through her hands which covered her eyes from the horror of this happy would. 

Stella saw an idea project before on her working desk.  Where she had laid her mirrors for her make-up and her toy kaleidoscope for fun, she saw a new device called the telescope appear.  Stella blinked in amazement and the telescope disappear though only the toy and mirrors were left she had the invintion impressioned in her mind. 

While Stella Kneel all madden to the point she's seeing her thoughts around her, Stella Standings walks amongst the dark troubled world of equally miserable people. 

"Woof, woof!" barks a mysterious creature in the shadows behind the buildings in the long alley. 

Stella becomes super vigilant and filled with anxiety.  She readies her first in case of a subsequent attack.  Below her focus walks out at the shade a little sissy dog that kneels before her feet.  Stella looks down and stares at the dog as the little sissy day stares back with big goggling eyes of hope.  Stella feels sympathetic for the dog and decides to pet its head.  Stella kneels and looks at the collar on its neck. 

Stella pulls at the collar and throws it into nearby puddle.  The dog jumps around cheerfully, rubbing against Stella's leg.  Stella walks out of the alley with the little cheerful dog following her.  Stella carefully stays in the slums within the dark shadows away from any threats and elder men.  The farther away from the city she travels the more numerous and bright the star becomes. 

Stella looks up amazed with her mouth opened slighty at the seemingly endless amount of space and stars in the night sky. 

"Hey I forgot to give you a name," said Stella as she turned around and pointed to the sissy dog following her.  “I'll name you, Sirus.” 

Sirus cheered and ran off back to the city.  Stella was shocked and chased after her til she become to tired and Sirus was to far Stella felt betrayed and self-regretful.  She knew that trusting and hoping in her word was not away to survive or be comfortable.  

Stella turned around and covered her face her hands and began to cry tears of betrayal.  She 

no longer wanted to be abandon again not especially by the most humble of creatures.  Through her fingers a glimmer of starlight shined through.  Instantly she saw the light and was relieved of her sorrows and remorse.  Stella felt a force lift her head upwards to the stars. 

This Force had a gentle, loving hand that she has 

never felt before in this cruel harsh world.  Softly this force's hand pinched her cheek and howled a soft breeze through her hair. lifting her loose cloths and hair as if levitated by a supernatural power. 

Stella looked into the stars. The star light was so bright that its luminescence evaporated the darkness away.  Stars was Stella's Cure to all her ailments. 

Stella thought “I've should've known, betrayal I deeply know to heart,.. but your,.. always you have shined away my sorrows,..  Though never have asked anything.  I promise you starlight,...  I'll give you something for your kindness -sobs- you will be rewarded, though I have nothing and nothing more, Please don't look upon me with such light beauty,..  I am to ugly, and I am not you." 

Stella still stood Standing while she sobbed.  Never falling to her knees or cowering away light and truth.  In the distance she heard running little pattering of dog feet amongst puddles and concert roads.  It was Sirus she returned.  Stella turned around with a big smile on here face, she was not betrayed.  Sirus had just fetched something, a gift.  In Sirus mouth was an old device invited long ago by ancient astromoners.  It was a telescope, for Stella.

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“’Existence is suffering’ is a quote attributed to the Buddha.  If to exist is to suffer then what is reality.  Reality as we know it is explainable with mathematical physics.  Roundness, circles dominates the structure of reality in the observable universe.  Planetary star systems, galaxies, orbits, planets, stars, blackholes, atoms and even organs like eyeballs all are in some circular or spherical form.  Most of the circular form is due to an omnipresent force called gravity.  Perhaps this is a gravity hell where everything is trapped in a sphere or circle.  This would describe the third person objective narrative observer universe.  But this is an Omniverse with subjective experiences so the nature of reality must make sense of all that seems as well.” 

“Many of All story’s reveal a reality entwine with the subjective and objective.  How does this complicate discovering the nature of reality?” 

“Let’s look at the universes and microcosms within reality like dreams and simulations.  Dreams are the product of subjective existence.  So much can be said about dreams.  Dreams can be mundane like everyday life or of an Omnicosmic extraordinaries.  Dreams are truly a category of their own.  There are reoccurring dreams, dreams within dreams, lucid dreams and false awakening dreams to name a few.  One could dream in first person or third person.  Dreams have a feeling of the passage of time.  Dreams have their own physics.  The same goes with simulations.  The idea that reality is a simulation has gained popularity on worlds where technological advancement has permeated throughout all aspects of life.  When there is no struggle or conflict, life can feel like you’re in a machine.  Once one looks at global news you can see that civilization is not a well-organized machine.  Do people who live in more traditional lifestyles think they are in a computer simulation?  Probably not.  Our home worlds are vast.  One could go about their whole lives without encountering a computer.  I will argue that some lifestyles are more like simulations than others especially in the information contemporary age.  Like a video game reality would then have the options to save or undo to some previous state.  With regards to the question if the nature of reality is a dream with dreams in it or a simulation with simulations in it, I say that dreams are more encompassing than simulations.  One can dream up a simulation.  Ponder this; are we in a dream trapped within a dream? 

“Good question.  There is still the possibility though that the nature of reality is all an illusion or a metaphorical kaleidoscopic projection of the self.  Please further discuss.” 

“Consider the Five-minute hypothesis where reality has the illusion of depth.  The Observant One called this impression, the Exposition, from the nature of reality being a story or play.  A more science fiction resembling nature of reality would be a brain in a vat where a brain is given the perception of reality that its body is not actually receiving.  I once heard the wisdom that reality is deceiving.  You think you are in an oasis of paradise at one moment and then the next you are in a downward spiral vortex of consequences.  With the metaphorical kaleidoscopic projection of the self nature which is that all is the self but in polymorphic forms outside the self, the end of the world ends with the life of the self.  In the All story’s, the Creation of Destruction, the juvenile creator creates her own self-doom and the doom of reality.  When one looks at their hands, you can see a fuzzy edge that separates all that is you from all that is not you.  Or is it?  Where does one end and begin?  We are not like drawings of contours.  We do not have an ink outline.  Like in the All story’s Feeding the Fire, the mother to be is in balance between nature and her body.  Within and without.  Observant and Obversant.” 

“The Omnicosm has patterns that repeat throughout.  A more scientific stance for the nature of reality would be the fermi paradox and the infinite loop regression of being inside an atom or blackhole within another atom or blackhole.  A slightly more metaphysical stance for the nature of reality would be that time unit 13.8 billion and 4.5 billion take on the microcosmic properties of 13, with a gap in its products 39 and 52.  There is a meta twoness with neurons, particles and planets, cosmic static and remote control to mundane ordinary objects in the microcosm.  Other twonesses are the percent water on earth to the water in the human body.  Cities resemble old computer motherboards; reality is a computer theory.  We are embedded in numbers; the 6th great extinction 66 million years later.  Reality is like 7, an expanding number of numbering numbers.” 

“Speaking of reincarnation, I have yet to hear of humans being reincarnated into livestock or harvest.  Similarly, people always think about being reincarnated from something noble or grand.  Perhaps this is where the joke that everyone says that in their past life they were Cleopatra or some other significant historical figure.  There are twice as many chickens than humans at any one given moment, not to mention all the chickens there are over the course of an average life span.  Wouldn’t it be likely that if there is interspecies reincarnation that one at some point was a poultry livestock?” 

“Thus, I argue one should respect and show compassion and empathy to another because you don’t really know who that is on the inside.  It may even be you.” 

“In a similar vibe, let’s explore the nature of reality as karma or hell.  Some dwellers are inner space aliens. Dwellers can reincarnate into any lifeform.  If karma is the explanation for your existence in this reality then it is because something you have done in a former life.  There is also the idea of this being an earlier life where karma is preemptive meaning you are suffering for something that you would do in a later life.  Hell is also such a nature of reality that can explained by what one has done on a previous plane of existence.  The difference is that karmatic realities indirectly indicate a previous life while with hell there isn’t necessarily anything before, existence is infinite suffering and pain.” 

“The collapse of Mathom’s ecology and consequently civilization as well leads us to think there is a new nature in reality.  A nature that is direct, physical, social, mental, spiritual, existential, lingual, and potentially indirect, virtual, imaginary, temporal, even monetarial.  It is on Omnicosmic proportions, permeating all aspects of existence.  What caused this death in every dimension?” 

“Perhaps you are the only cosmic plaything in the multiverse where irony is a new form of humiliation where you are trapped in world pitted against you every move at trying to better yourself or the circumstances of others.” 

“Whatever it may be.  We know one thing for sure and that is that reality is deceptive.”

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