Proximity.

There is a glimpse of Infinitum in a sunrise.

Shown under the fading glow falling off cosmic stones which whirl around one or an other on invisible leashes, determined towards assimilation; Inevitably inexorable.

Such tiny marbles of gas and stone, doomed for annihilation.

To the finest threads of subatomic fibers woven into space and time by the gears of the loom of reality. Perhaps to become some spark in a soul, for we are no different.

   Suppose, for a moment, this too is our fate. Perfect cohesion, the whole of the sum, becoming One of the None.

We spin these fibers, drawn from their cocooning bubbles and casting them into reality as we see it.

There must be power in this.

To be the genesis of chaos, as we all will. We even now create the unknown. Our mass is drawn eternally into the well of matters with... Gravity.

   Perhaps even now these words tug at your subconsciousness, whispering as you listen a little bit closer. For whether or not you have noticed there are things in motion which require your attentions.