Nothing is ever known. What we
think we know is variations on a theme of light. It’s the hydrologic cycle at
its subatomic core made manifest as if it’s matter.
Matter doesn’t really matter
though, although it is the stuff of dreams. And dreams are useful in their
tendency to point to truth that light of day will never see.
Beyond our sun is that black hole to
which astronomers have said each sun appears to fundamentally become—and sages
say from which it never disappeared.
That said, one is that which. This is its spell. Abracadabra,
hocus-pocus, shazam and presto-chango! But a wise magician keeps in mind one’s not at any point the
trick.
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