A Story of Creation

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Clouds of dust and gas

In a myriad clusters

Vast, leisurely, unmoving

A motley coat of the sky

Swirl around for countless

Blue winters

In time, the hourglass indelibly turns

And the trickle, begins.

Clouds bump into one another

Intermingle

Coalesce

Grow denser

Hotter

Finally collapsing under their own gravity

Igniting

Giving birth to a star.

Nearby

Piercing the mad silence

The titanic death rattle of another

Star

Exploding

Doomed to end, ferociously

Yin threatens to

Annihilate everything it touches

A black flame of devastation

Spreads with light's speed

Yet Yang promises

To electrify and to

Animate it

All

It reshuffles

Fertilises

Creates

Rare elements are birthed

Crucial for

The next trick

If the puny crumbs round a

Baby star

Want themselves

To give

Birth.

Fighting and persevering

The crumbs fuse into planets

And under stupendous odds

Their brew

Is finally ready.

A thin fragile film of

Consciousness

Perilously clinging on the planet's skin

Unfathomably complex web

And unbroken, billion-year old chain

Intricate collections of atoms

Unite but for a blink

They tangle together

Into beautiful, unique and messy

Braid patterns

In spacetime. Brilliant universes of thought are born For,

​Reflecting on the shores

Of oblivious rocks

And furious oceans,

Man knows.

Just as there can't be front without back

Heads without tails

Inside without outside

Thus so Man is all of Creation

And all that surrounds him

Is Man.

From Chaos

Order

From Destruction

Creation

From Randomness

Complexity

The snake will always feast on its own tail