LOVE sculpts then shatters then sculpts again infinitely the illusions of space, time, energy, information, matter: shaping everything from nothing and nothing from everything. We are, all is the sculptures sculpted then shattered then sculpted again infinitely, but what sculpted LOVE the sculptor can never be known. For how can what is without beginning, end, dimension, ever know it’s origin or boundaries? How can Infinity know the source of Infinity, the source less? That which always is, was and ever will be, sculpting and re-sculpting, living statues, the illusions of eternity…
“If you want To see Infinity you need to see Love First” ~ Sushil Singh
“There is a wide yawning black infinity. In every direction the extension is endless, the sensation of depth is overwhelming. And the darkness is immortal. Where light exists, it is pure, blazing, fierce; but light exists almost nowhere, and the blackness itself is also pure and blazing and fierce. But most of all, there is very nearly nothing in the dark; except for little bits here and there, often associated with the light, this infinite receptacle is empty.
This picture is strangely frightening. It should be familiar. It is our universe.
Even these stars, which seem so numerous, are, as sand, as dust, or less than dust, in the enormity of the space in which there is nothing. Nothing! We are not without empathetic terror when we open Pascal’s Pensées and read, ‘I am the great silent spaces between worlds.’
[From an undated, handwritten piece of text from the early 1950s which Sagan wrote when he was an undergraduate at the University of Chicago]”
~ Carl Sagan