Gasp. Dark. A whispering shout in the black, remaining for hours. Should it answer, it comprehends it. A question with a small answer, belief without a border. There’s a puzzle.

I see an atom. Three pronged, with a centre.

Doom at the centre, faith, hope, and grace all connected. Coincidence, or not? Image, picture, it’s a modest optimism really. Nice home. Clamorous mystery. I see light now. A wave. Particular? Science changes fast, you know. Rhythm too.

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