Willful Ignorance - A (very) Short Story

In the stillness of the open meadow, all he could audibly register while he was intently gazing into the reaches of eternity were a few distant critters scurrying about. His backyard was an expansive field of grass in the distant country, very far from any light-distortion. As he lay with his hands resting on his chest, returning the gaze which was cast on all matter, he became acutely aware of his heart thumping in his chest. Each thump perpetuating his cognizant existence yet causing it to recede, the mortal paradox. As he was tuning into his internal chatter he felt his body dissolve and his spirit unshackle, he became a singular component of the cosmos, with everything else also becoming a singular component. Diminutive fragments of an unfathomably colossal cosmos. Everything, in this eternal moment of connection, radiated with elaborate harmony. The orbits of every star, the interactions of every molecule all amalgamated into a single symphony. It was as if he were partaking in the vastest symbiotic symphony conceivable; every decision spawning an infinity of possibility, contributing to the direction of the cosmos. In these moments he did not feel insignificant but inconceivably powerful, with the power to influence the course of eternity. He sat up, gasped, and walked inside.