Absolute Zero of the Soul

They say the world stops for nothing.

But I think sometimes,

Rarely,

And only for a moment,

It does.

Every once in a while,

The miracle of life overrules its own laws.

We reach an absolute zero of the soul, 

And all movement ceases.

We drop everything,

Those things we are told day in and day out matter the most,

And revel in the fact that we exist at all,

The fact that is above all else important,

For without it there could be no other facts.

Molecules stop buzzing,

Cells stop dividing,

And the world stops spinning.

Its journey around the sun halts.

We exist merely to exist

And to lovingly marvel at existing.