An Echo

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Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Going Super Nova


I had been reading a book concerning the universe and black holes, how stars and suns were formed out of gaseous clouds, their life and death and noticed a resemblance as to how close it is to life as we live it. Life as I can see it is formed in much the same way the universe births new stars, how from just the seed of a nucleus it grows in the vast expanse of nothing to become something, unique in itself just as we are unique unto ourselves, not one alike and just as here in our lives even twins are born.


The one part that amazed me the most was the life of a star or sun and just like us it serves a purpose in its creation. It is as if this is another playing ground for the Gods or God, whichever belief you follow that fate and destiny once again find themselves in that age old dance of life and following specific paths.


Lesser stars are drawn to larger stars due to gravitational pull on them, some stars can be consumed by these greater stars becoming a part of it, sharing its life forces and energy. To become as one.


The analogy that I noticed was how we too are pulled to another in much the same manner stars are pulled to each other. By some reason we find ourselves gravitating towards this stronger or brighter being, orbiting around them much in the same way a lesser star orbits a stronger star and just as the star we start spiraling towards this stronger pull that has drawn us and such as space and the vast universe we dance the dance of the stars, the gravitational pull being the intimacy that we share as we learn more and more of each other, being drawn closer and closer until we are at a point that the pull is so strong that we cannot pull away and in a sense of helplessness we soon find ourselves engulfed by those same forces that the stars experience. Spiraling uncontrollably into this heavenly body, being consumed by it, becoming a part of it, becoming one with it.


But even this is not infinite in its creation, it too has a life just as finite as the ones we live here on earth. Once a star starts its death throes it begins to collapse in on itself, something very familiar to every human being, something we have all experienced at some point in our existence, our world comes crashing in on us, and like those stars who have lived out their life, we implode. Soon our pain and sorrow starts expanding out from that implosion, just as the cosmic matter from a collapsed star starts expanding, spreading across the vast universe and affecting everything it comes into contact with, so does our emotions play on other's lives we come into contact with. Then as we try to gain composure we start pulling back the pieces of our life, just as star starts to pull back, trying to put the pieces together, much denser than it was before and weighing very heavy just as we feel the heaviness of the burden we feel weighing on us. Soon that weight, just like the stars is to great and again becomes too much to bear and collapses again, but this time a great void is created, a vacuum that pulls everything about it towards it, a black hole. Pulling life forces just as we do in our life, feeding off the energy of others, pulling them too into that void we have created.


Life is how we perceive it I guess and life runs close parallels with all creation, with all things known to us, whether here on earth or in the gaseous wombs where stars are born. We are all actors on this earth and the universe is our stage, the world has gotten too small to host such a performance of life and its meaning.


Later...


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