Poetic Passages Rainbow Arc of Fire: Harmony of Spheres

This is another of those early, portentous chapters that I often used in my novels:

Chapter Two

Far above the Earth, in an otherwise blackened void, and at the surging center of our densely populated planetary system, a solar furnace continues to pulse and radiate. Spilling nuclear fire and expelling stellar light across billions of miles and years, the constant sun engenders an enduring negligence in those of us unaccustomed to glancing up from our momentary shadowing of the land.

No longer does the fiery orb command worldwide obeisance as it used to in the ancient days of natural caves, or simple thatched huts, or even elaborate stone temples. Only a few faint whispers can still be heard giving benediction to the sun for our precious lives and this precarious existence.

Yet before the very planets themselves took notable shape--potential platforms for all manner of cosmic possibilities--Sol burned true.

The searing sun burns still. All the while it compromises its own bright future for the glowing premise of our present age.

Even now, breathing heavenly life from deep within its billowing diaphragm, particles of enlightenment are sent pulsating outward in a continuous stream. Set upon portentous voyages of discovery, these benevolent beams of energy may eventually illuminate the very essence of the universe. Along the warped curves of space, and before the envelope of nothingness is breached, all of the infinite recesses of astral complexity should then be brought to light.

At that precise moment, just before the last galaxies indignantly sputter and collapse, and as the most significant questions about our own existence find answers, the God of all creation may potentially be exposed, or possibly revealed.

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