What matters: a true and single minded devotion
that being alive in sync with creation becomes
the definition of sacred.

It becomes easy to obsess over the minutiae
of reality. What is wrong, what is right.
What is good for you, what isn't.
None of that really matters.

Only the scope of the cosmos may be measured
with any degree of accuracy. All the details are guesswork.

In our relative niches within the cosmos
measurement becomes unnecessary.

Vision itself as conducted through the human eye
remains the only form of time travel available to us.

Even the closest stars we can look at
with the naked eye are lost in time for us.

As for the absolute, I can only be interested in it. 
My real life interferes with partiality.