The stars are a lie
The higher up in the sky
What’s a “formless” billion up there to a billion down here
We are the universe
under the Great I Am
Forward, created mind that defies outline in the land of the living
Even the moon lies as a small object on our pupil that acknowledges it
The illusion up there was created for a consciousness
When the last of the aforementioned goes so the high majestic picture that lay upon it lets