Wednesday, March 6, 2013
On The Meaninglessness of All Things
I once heard through my friend and Captain, James Barlowe Massimo, that Dr. Benjamin Redstone had told him of a dead planet with vast evidence of previous inhabitation by roughly "pre-industrial" sentient life. Those on the planet likely died over one hundred thousand years ago due to their star going nova.
He supposedly said this planet had the most beautiful stone carvings and works of art he had ever seen. Unfathomably enormous, intricate, highly detailed, and perfectly preserved carvings in stone the likes of which he says he had never imagined could exist. This is a significant statement considering the longevity of Dr. Redstone and the many world's he has supposedly visited. This planet was the one that stood out among them all. And it's still a nameless planet around a nameless star. I think Dr. Redstone prefers it that way. Captain Massimo told me there was a great sadness in him when he spoke about it, unlike anything he'd seen in his friend before.
The Good Doctor discovered tablets of their language, deciphered them, and brought back some poetry from this lost civilization. It's offered here in what Dr. Redstone determined was chronological order, roughly chronicling their planet's slow demise and increasing temperature, through stages of appeals to the gods, then into eventual acceptance of their deaths, or cynicism... depending on your interpretation. Dr. Redstone said that the very last carvings were made deep within caves underground, where the last of their species probably survived when the surface temperature became unsurvivable.
here they are:
Laboring in stone
The million faces of God
that we should know You
the sky in stillness
the stars lay unstirred by the
sound of our cries
Our world is like dew...
fleeting... small beauty, like dew,