"...I'll take you home again Kathleen..."

The universe never began and never will end.
There is no such thing as time.
There is no nothing.
There is only everything.
Everything has a meaning.

I've seen this play before. I've seen tomorrow and I've seen this planet explode. This moment...this post...was conceived a trillion trillion years ago and a trillion trillion years into the future. Both are one and the same. I've written it a million times, and each time I write it there are deeper and hidden meanings within the text.

And in this moment, in this post is a purpose - a million purposes.

To awaken that small flame in others that languishes unnurtured and flickers in and out as though the cosmic winds try to extinguish it.

All you know of the universe, all the greatest minds of this world know - is less than a grain of sand in an infinite universe.

And even the grain of sand has meaning and a place in the scheme of things. It cannot be stripped of what it is by men with no appreciation or understanding. It shall remain.

Infinity.

The word is wholly inadequate because a full definition of infinity can never be contained in a finite form.

My thoughts and feelings are muted by the inadequacy of human language to convey. Try though I must - for until each soul has their flame protected from the darkness and the howling winds of fear and loneliness, it remains in danger of being put out. Self-extinguished by dissolution and because no one cared for the wick.

How can men whose every action has meaning believe in a meaningless universe? They see only in comparison, they see only the racing shadows of death and in this death see no continuity. So all that came before seems meaningless as a result. If that alone is not proof of continuity of all things, what more proof does one need?

The universe does not play games. It is not some accident or cosmic burp from out of "nothingness".

The universe is everything.
Everything is energy.
The universe is energy.
Energy cannot be created or destroyed.
Energy is eternal.

We are eternal. Conceived in the same instant as the universe - which again, is eternal and timeless.

The musings of a Kaku or Weinberg are the first cries out of the womb.

Shock, fear, confusion.

Yet their "futures" are known to the universe, as are ours. All have place and meaning - just like the grain of sand.

As I write these words here, so do I write them from a place wholly inconceivable, and from time immemorial. I am not alone as I speak these words but now....

...I speak with a trillion trilion trillion tongues....a trillion trillion trillion minds...

...and we say...

Love.