I like Christmas. Jesus will be born again. It won’t take long, and he ‘ll die again, of course. This is the circle of what we call “Life”. This is a kind of “scheme” in poetry. Not the only one. It is interesting the fact we put death in this circle that we call “Life”. I dare to say this is an oxymoron. I mean, doesn’t deserve “Death” to have its own circle ? And to be separate ?
A second oxymoron is that the birth comes during a period of time that everything goes “dead” in nature. Which is wonderful, since it seems that “nothing” can give “something”, a birth, or a creation per se or so to speak. I don’t know if this is what we should always expect from nothingness.
However, if this is what we should expect from nothing, then “Nothingness” is the God. A Goddess, to be precise. A female creator. A Goddess, dear. A Goddess is the cause of any kind of creation. I don’t know what kind of Need causes the Cause of any kind of creation. Maybe, because loneliness is unbearable and not sweet at all. Not a sweet melancholy. Not at all.