When I was a very young boy I first read about black holes – a space oddity that blew my childlike mind away. For me black holes are never ending stories. Maybe the greatest never ending story of the cosmos. I dreamed of going through black holes, to other universes, to points in the cosmic timeline. I dreamed of all kinds of possibilities and alternative realities of my life.
I learned how space and time are magical, coexisting, bounded together in a eternal dance making all that is or ever was or ever will be. I imagined in my lifetime we humans would capture a black hole on camera. And we did.
Our story on Earth is forever intertwined with the never ending story of the universe. The singularity of life stems from the heart. We are all never ending stories as we pass the event horizon of our lives into our own black holes where anything and everything is possible.
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