Random fluctuations in the Vacuum, waves of emptiness in silence, give birth to the universe. Intelligence, energy, and matter all the same stuff, flowering with inexpressible beauty into a galaxy, a snowflake, a holographic molecule of silicon crystal, the face of a child, the warmth of fur. And yet, somehow, the Inexpressible expresses itself, and reflects upon itself, in art, music, poetry, and simple acts of kindness. For me, this spontaneous blossoming of self-reflective beauty out of nothingness is not only proof of God, it IS God. Have a blessed Solstice and a wonderful Christmas.
NASA Hubble photo, 'Cosmic Rose.'
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