Desolate Moon

Under violet skies, stained with a nebula’s luminous colours, a lonely moon’s stark beauty exudes desolate perfection. Not one footprint disturbs the dust of this long dead world. No life stirs here save visiting explorers marvelling at the austere landscape. Barren yet pristine, cratered plains reveal creation before other consciousnesses stirred. One imagines this is how planets appeared at the dawn of time, beautiful despite their sterility. Precise celestial mechanics still operate, indifferent to the absence of a multitude of lives below.

To manifest life’s riotous diversity, worlds undergo rigorous preparation. Matter recycles through primordial states: volatile, infertile, inhospitable. Cosmic ovens bake basic elements into building blocks suitable for biology’s emergence. Once conditions ripen, seeds of life spread on stellar winds. But not all worlds prove fertile soil. On some the sprouts find no purchase, wither and perish. Their desolate resplendence remains untouched, their silent rhythms uninterrupted.

Yet nothing is eternal in this breathing cosmos. Entropy inexorably decays the sturdiest spheres. Or cataclysm scours sterile surfaces, cultivating conditions for life’s renewal. What seems eternally barren may someday teem. Not all places need to be filled with activity though. Some are destined to be left alone and undiscovered until the end of the universe.

We too pass through phases of desolation – when creative wells run dry, passions starve for lack of fuel. But in the fallow darkness, deep resources regenerate. The gift is learning to honour all seasons, trusting the cycles. Take comfort that no drought persists forever. The sure laws that sculpt stars and planets hold your life too. When the time is right, your verdant dreams will flourish again. You will look back on this desert interim with new understanding. Appreciate silence that springs from your vigil. Beauty basks in an uncluttered landscape.

For now, value the quiet sanctity of stillness after life’s storms. Let quiet vistas restore perspective. The peace of solitude, the delight of emptiness. Drink deeply from the moon’s tranquil pools. Your inner oasis awaits beneath parched dunes.