What are you doing?

“What are you doing?”

“Counting nothing.”

“Counting nothing?”

“Counting nothing.”

“That won’t take you long.”

“There is more to count than you think.”

“More nothing than I think?”

“Oh, yes. Much more.”

“How can that be?”

“I have to count the space between the stars. I have to count the injustices in the world. I have to count the hunger of the starving. I have to count the friends of the lonely.”

There is a silence.

“But most of all, I must count your assumptions; the truths you think you know.”

There is more silence.

Unheralded, high above, the stars begin to move further apart.

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