A Star Emerges

In the cosmic expanse, within the profound darkness of the universe, some murky clouds of gas and dust find themselves. Initially distant and cold, these nebulae gradually draw nearer. In this celestial dance, they collapse together, creating a sphere of extreme density where nuclear fusion ignites a scorching force that propels outward, defying the gravitational forces that strive to crush it with the weight of its own existence. A star emerges, emanating light where once there was none.

 Every relationship mirrors this stellar journey – familial, friendly, or romantic - commencing as strangers, drawn closer by the gravity of the yearning for companionship. Over time, suspicion gives way to the delicate thread of trust, and eventually kinship. As relationships mature, a molten choreography unfolds – a dance of fire and energy that illuminates the surrounding abyss.     We burn with the spectrum of emotion, from desire to pain, resentment to forgiveness. Beneath the blazing surface, the invisible force of love prevents the collapse of the star, preserving it against the relentless pressure of ego, expectation, and unmet needs.

All Stars Collapse

Sometimes, inevitably perhaps, the emotions exhaust themselves. The gravitational forces become overpowering, too strong to resist. Perhaps bickering, frustration, and annoyance set in. The star exhausted its fuel. The tectonic plates shift signaling an imminent cataclysm.

Or perhaps we face the ultimate truth we live in denial of: that time claims all that we care about. Death looms and we must soon bid each other farewell. When this realization sets in, the surface cools and hardens into heavier elements - carbon, oxygen and iron. Things fall apart, the center cannot hold.

Love is a Supernova

In a matter of mere seconds, this once wondrous ball of light that wrote so many chapters in our lives, violently collapses on itself. The core reaches extreme densities and temperatures, warping time itself.

This inevitable implosion births a magnificent explosion - a supernova, pure love itself. It was always there, the transcendental power that makes our human experience worthwhile. And now, from the ashes of all the other emotions, it bursts forth. It bursts because what else can love do but burst?

In the aftermath, we are left awestruck, unable to contain this vibrant spectacle of cosmic fireworks in our tiny human souls. Stripped of ego, craving, and resentment, only the echo of love reverberates in the infinite space where the walls of our inner universe lie in ruins.

In its purest form, love is our Promethean fire, a divine gift that transcends earthly squabbles. It is what makes impermanence so painful. It is everything that is left when everything has fully realized itself, the omega, the inevitable resolution to all human interaction given infinite time.

If we are lucky, we learn to mine the reservoirs of love before the collapse. We extract its essence, allowing it to sustain and uplift us, to be kind and cherish each other. In its grandeur, love makes everything else small. “Does this petty tiff really matter?” love asks us. “No,” we answer, in humble acknowledgment.

Amidst the blinding light of the supernova, gratitude overwhelms us. What a gift to so closely share this journey with another soul, to sit side by side on this brief reprieve from nothingness we call life, to warm each other in the otherwise frigidness of existence. What a gift to have called even one person a true friend or a intimate lover. What a gift to have loved, despite all the pain and fiery chaos. What a gift…