Preludium

Kosmos is dark. Stark. An endless vast black. Fundamentally empty, yet full of something. Gas and matter holding together for no particular reason. Strictly unlogical and yet simple. Billions of suns glowing. Living and dying through passing eons. And so there is something strange about the relationship between distance and time in the universe. Not apparent at first, it soon becomes an unresolvable quest for the serious thinker. The celerity of light is said to limit the pace of matter. And the distance of neighbouring stars be unwalkable. Yet light must be fundamentally slow, and distances surprisingly short. For light uses time to reach our beholder. Minutes pass, weeks and lifetimes where it drifts. And still from distances said to be so far that he can not grasp the measure of remoteness a suns light strikes him. Brilliant as ever a jewel. Here Kosmos reveals itself. Uncountable neighbouring worlds, speaks with slow light. And the story goes like this. No one is ever alone in the fundamental void called space.