Within the smoke are fragments of thought.
Within the flickering flame, is the essence of the soul.
The smoke forms shapes identifiable by the mind.
Such as the journey of the soul, incomprehensible to this corporeal realm.
Everything in existence known and unseen conveys a message.
Just because we lack understanding, still we shan't discredit existence.
Here's an interesting thought for the parchment:
"Are we alone?"
Such a question causes the wisest of philosophers to think twice.
It is not limited to extra terrestrial essences, either.
All that has a form,
A message.
Is there life out there, in the celestial unknown?
Is there life here, on the over-exerted earthen frontier?
What if the life we seek is a mere misinterpretation of the divine answer to our original question?
Perhaps what we seek has been here all along.
Maybe we're searching for ourselves.
