Whence cometh that singing?

[u/Nathan256]

The stars… they dance, and the rhythms intractable weave throughout the universe. Music traces lines perpendicular to space and time, and the melodies suffuse stone and gas. The deaf hear it in their dreams, and the blind see the chorus fracturing into a million pieces.

Hands close around celestial objects too distant to grasp. Beyond their origins they wave in unison. Harmonies suffuse being.

The black void is void no longer as the sound swells beyond comprehension and meaning. Quasars, inverted, released from the inexorable pull of gravity, find in it their new inexorable attraction, stronger still than strong force. Galaxies glow upon its denouement, and the closing notes will play as the last stars breathe in and breath out one final time at the end of all things, terminating in a cold, ever-expanding finality.

Whence cometh this music? Have you an answer? Can you tell? Perhaps I can find the meaning when I find its ultimate origin…

[u/mysteryrouge]

The answer is within the soul of a cat eating a nuke for breakfast.

[u/BPhiloSkinner → u/mysteryrouge]

Oh, so That's where all my breakfast nukes have been going.
I thought it was Mothras.

[u/MasterSolivagus → u/BPhiloSkinner]

Breakfast nukes!

"For when 'fuck you' includes your nutrition AND your neighbours!"

[u/Nathan256 → u/mysteryrouge]

Yum

Yum

Boom

[u/West-Tip8156]

Its origin is you. And me. All of us together 💜

[u/MasterSolivagus]

If poetry had fingers would these be the lines? If poetry had worth would these be the words? What drifts twixt and twain, wholly and plain?

Whence cometh, henceforth without shame and blame?

Shall we rack and render erstwhile raucously refrain? Can a dictionary bloom much the same, or can artistry with words soothe and salve confusion and pain?

[u/DrSkrimguard]

Eldritch Government! I'd like to file a noise complaint.

[u/LordNoOne]

Ich habe der Eigenstein. Hast du deiner Eigenstein?