The power of the universe is the power of Light. Photons, particulate waves of matter and energy, an incantation and a breath. This is how it all began, the beginning of everything that is us. And the power is all around us. It enraptures us. It beckons us onward in endless pursuit.
In cosmic streams we encircle all that is. We intertwine and interchange. We are all in all and all at once. We move as one and then dissolve. We are the stuff of souls. We are the inspiration and the thoughts of dreams. We are the words of poets and the Divine.
We are light.
Those who are discouraged need to understand. God has a purpose and God has a plan.
He created light. He created you. We’re just learning now the things light can do. It travels in waves and particle beams. It bathes us in warmth and cosmic streams. With photons it moves the hearts of the stars, and sends itself to Earth and to Mars.
The more we discover how it works, the more questions we find to answer the quirks.
And in the same way, the more we know God, the less we know which doesn’t seem odd. For God is light and God is love, who showers us all from places above.
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.
And the earth, she-became chaos and vacancy, and darkness-became over surfaces-of abyss; and spirit-of Elohim, vibrating over surfaces-of the waters; and he-is-saying, Elohim, he-shall-become light, and he-is-becoming light; and he-is-seeing, Elohim, the light that is good; and he-is-separating, Elohim, between the light and between the darkness…
Genesis 1 in its rawest form, transliterates into English like a song. God, as Elohim, whose spirit vibrates and charges up the atmosphere, speaks of light, and light becomes.
The early Earth, without the sun, without the moon, alone in space, a bright primordial ball. The center of all creation.
At what speed, I wonder, did light, which God became, move across the Earth? God, beyond measure, became light beyond measure.
Conventional science will tell a different tale. But where were they when light began? The quantum universe has breath and thought outside of time. Where time has no meaning, our reason does not apply.
The universe is finite and breathed into existence. At what moment did the it become? If light was infinite, could 8 billion years go by at once?
The vibrance of God surrounds us.