anthology of life

chaotic beauty

There is a tale about stars.

So powerful, so beautiful, yet so lonely.

They shine bright, but they remain millions of years away from each other.

But every once in a while, two will come close to each other.

Timidly at first, but soon they feel the vibrations of one another.

Vibrations so similar, so familiar to their own.

Now they begin to dance about, with rays of light shining bright.

A twirl here, a spin there.

A cosmic ritual.

The distance between them becomes smaller and smaller, with each photon of light mixing to create vibrant rays.

Heat can now be felt as each continues to come closer, and closer. Dancing slowly now in a sort of waltz.

There is a tale about stars that become one.

Pulsars.

Magnificent creations.

Creating a grip in the space around them.

Nothing escapes their strong power, their ever present dynamic, their undeniable coup de foudre.

Nothing escapes the enchanting nature of their chaotic beauty.