They say there are monsters in the cosmos that can swallow entire stars, millions and millions of black holes zipping around our galaxy, beyond the reach of everything therein to light them up, dark remnants of burned-out stars, anomalies of gravity so strange that there is nothing more seductive to the imagination.
E=MC squared, that is the secret of the stars. A beautifully elegant theory where space and time are bent by stars and planets; time and space bent and curved within the inter-tonality of interstellar vibration. The music of the suns, electromagnetic pulses of photoelectric light, more majestic than the human ear is designed to comprehend, a solar song whose rhapsody echoes and reverberates through distant worlds and across the universal seas of time.
The Creator of all things, the owner of the Book of Everything, whose very existence can only be questioned through the willful subjugation of the highest mind, injects and infuses particles of light, the light which ignites the centers of stars and stretches out the cosmic clouds of plasmic plumes across the span of time; who by His very essence is visible to everything that sees the things the eyes can see, from the emergent birth of the sluggish dawn to the quiet platitudes of evening dusk, because by creating the light He Himself became the Light.