Falling Together

What's that?
There
That thing moving in the middle
Look again
That
Pale, blue, dancer
Look again at that dot
Surrounded by all that space
Such a small thing
Almost nothing
Surrounded by darkness
Surrounded by what's called
Everything else
Look again at that dot
That's here
That stage, that dancer
There a whole world in that dancer
A microcosm of everyone you love
Everyone you know
Every human being who ever was
When he turns his head, it's not his head turning
But all the heads turning
If she raises a hand, it's not her hand rising
It's all the hands rising

Look again
This is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena
A little pile of dust suspended in a light-beam struggling for significance
But what's it about?

Look again at that dancer
What the fuck
But that's it
That's all there is
Us
A lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark

In all this vastness
There is no hint that help would come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves
So alright, yeah, I will have a double
Yes, I will fall
Open arms into and out of me own ego
Let go, let go, let go, the great let go
Look again at that dancer
That's you
You're here, that's us
With open arms fallen into a deep dark blue abyss through time, and space, and regret, and privilege, and denial, and dance
And dance
And dance

Arch up
Look up
To where we were
Where we are
Nothing to do
But to treat
And be treat with kindness
To preserve one-another, and to cherish
And to cherish the pale, blue, dot