WHISPER OF SPACE
A breath…
no explosion, only dawn,
the curtain of silence slowly rising.
Stars remember being born,
but they don’t remember why.
Equations sing in gentle light,
yet something deep keeps asking:
A fragile human voice,
not preaching – thinking.
Clear as crystal reasoning:
We measure what we can,
we speak where wisdom reaches,
and where we cannot know,
we learn to bow.
Now the universe accelerates!
Racing hearts, expanding night,
time keeps arriving, never breaks.
Racing light through endless night,
time arrives and never breaks!
Meaning breathes beneath the laws,
truth is stronger than mistake!
We ride the pulse, we ride the flame,
faster than the fear we face!
Not a war of gods and minds—
but dialogue across the space!
Order is not naive,
it is courageous.
“Gott würfelt nicht,”
because meaning isn’t random breath.
This is not a war,
this is conversation.
Not supremacy—
but reverence.
No walls,
no rooms,
no buses,
only time arriving… endlessly.
Eternety — we stand between the thoughts of stars!
Eternety — between the question and the proof!
It didn’t come by chance alone,
and it won’t fade into itself…
There is Reason in the roaring dark,
and Gentle Thunder at the end.
Alex · Quellenbeziehungen