Postcards from Eons Past (Images from the James Webb Space Telescope) Postcards from Eons Past (Images from the James Webb Space Telescope) Quantum particles or these macro realms like scattered jewels— each one a cluster of worlds, each one terrifying in its splendor, each one an epoch or epochs— it's all the same through the eyes of Spirit Who showed us a day in the life of forever, and what a gift to a teeming, questioning planet to rewind millennia and peer into the impossible: Ravenous, mauling void, screaming white pinholes: the abyss and paradise trading places again and again, here in a glassy freedom running rampant, going about its usual business quite nicely without us in the slow-breathing star kingdoms and pastures of silence. Imagine: immaculate, immortal, opulent . . . silence where there should be legends that make us weep, grind us into dust, crush our writhing hearts in a vise . . . Magnetic darkness like a wordless sage too evolved for our prim and acceptable faith, our shark-toothed love, our trifling mortal stories, say something. Tell us about the rest of it. Read from the Book of Omnipotence here, at time's end and time's beginning, where new, polished thoughts are possible, here, in the center of raging emptiness and raucous stillness between galaxies. Galaxies! Is this God or another exhibition at the palace? Whatever this is, for a moment we are perfectly cleansed and perfectly here and perfectly united in wonder. Patricia Joan Jones © patriciajj1 - all rights reserved. |
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