Once there was only darkness. Now there is light.
In this movement, in this dance, in this instant of change from one
to the other:
There is all hope, all life, all future, all meaning.
The possibility of gravity and love.
Dividing by zero produces a number we cannot know. What we can figure
out is that the number when multiplied with zero must be greater than
zero. It's self-increasing, self-generating, in motion. It's
something which creates itself from nothing. Something which when all
of it is taken away, when you have none of it, is still something.
It's more than itself.
A white hole, an extremely hypothetical structure that generates
infinite matter, energy and inverted gravity, that cascades out more
of the universe into the universe.
Before the dawn of time, the infinities of possibility weighs down on
the blank void. Inevitably, providing a clue to understanding the
structure of reality, it cracks and the universe spills out. Light.
Heat. Motion. Attraction.
Time happens.
In the strange city of Hearthstown three people are moving in
together, driven by desperate poverty as well as a shared wish for
something different. Something extraordinary. Something more.
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