An Starchild’s Bedtime Story

Once upon an infinity of Forevers, one impossibly unique, incomprehensibly rare

Forever turned its back to infinity and stepped across the Endless Void to be Nothing at All, which miraculously became the ever-expanding, immeasurable vastness of Eternity. Though itself an ever-shrinking infinitesimally small fraction of even one Forever, from absolutely nothing at all came the Eternal Energy.

This force of the Spirit stands at one edge of Nothing, as an Internal Bookend of Eternity.

That spirited force inexplicably boomed through the Essential Void, manifesting a cloud of the dreamy, impalpable essence of everything in its wake. Parts of this essence would inexplicably bond together, step across the more familiar Physical Void, and become the first flint of star dust.

These particles multiplied and galvanized into an endless night of sleeping stars, their fiery blooms still closed. As these sleeping fire spheres grew, from time to time, flints of star dust would stream from the stars’ blazing hearts. Each ray had already shed the weight of its own existence, so that it might embark on a journey to the End of Eternity. And so, dawn’s Light broke in the Eternal Darkness, and set free all the colors of the rainbow.

Light is the closest thing to Nothing we can physically sense. It is one External Bookend of Eternity.

Like Everything and Nothing and Forever, stars are inclined to remain what they are, twirling and swirling about imperceptibly fast-moving galaxies they hardly ever leave. And as an ever-growing array of Galactic Ballrooms blow like hurricanes through the Eternal Darkness, they wind, intertwine, coordinate and cluster to form Galactic Extravaganzas. And so these dynamic, glimmering gossamer cobwebs connect the vast, unswept four corners of Eternity one to the other.

Each Star in this silken lattice of illumination is thread, spindle, and weaver all in one, though not all can spin every thread. Their cosmic floss shoots across the galaxy in spectacular outbursts of light force. Spool after spool tangles in the paths of other stars which weave these threads into worlds. Only the grandest, most impossibly rare stars can spin the rare, crushing, and explosive stellar cocoons from which emerges the legendary embodiment of Eternity—a Diamond.

Along with other crystals, Diamonds are Light’s mate as the External Bookend of Eternity.

Withstanding every measure of the miraculous, only those diamonds-in-waiting can ever spin the threads needed for an existence like ours. And one day our star too will spin the cosmic threads that yet another star will loom together in the chaotic art of world-weaving.

From sun ray to star dust, we are fated to pass stellar aeon, after stellar aeon in these cycles. At the End of Eternity a crystalline destiny in diamonds awaits our physical selves. As diamonds emerge eternal butterflies, maybe they will flutter with one another, until a still unknown force gives them a new incarnation beyond the Diamond Void.

In the meantime, stars continue to spin and weave a slate of creations, an impossibly small few of which will knit themselves into an expression of existence capable of reacting to its environment. Smaller still is the fraction of those creations capable of embroidering an image of themselves onto that ever rarer, ever shorter-lived, ever more exquisitely and inhumanly delicate material. And no matter where on this cloth their needles may sew a fine seam, those extraordinary expressions of existence will always reach beyond themselves.

Everything is varied, every variance incomparable. Like no two people are exactly the same, no two energies, no two stars, no two moonbeams, no two thoughts are ever quite the same.

Through the scientific method, answers trickle our way. Though each is valuable, they represent an ever-shrinking, fraction of the infinite amount of knowledge there is to know. Mathematically that’s a race to zero hat never finishes. By our own design we know “almost nothing.”

Nevertheless, each thought stands facing the edge of nothing, its back to the guiding Spirit. Needlessly but understandably terrified, those Thoughts are the other Internal Bookend of Eternity.

As Light and Crystals guard us on our journeys to what lies beyond the Diamond Void, so do our Thoughts and Spirits guide us. And as our glorified ignorance and foolish hope fuel the impossible, continuously, fantastically, we take baby step after quantum leap toward the Gates of Eternity.