Seven from Heaven

Before there was a world,
there was an act.

Encounter once created every world.
From two arose spirit, consciousness, universes.

No Big Bang.
Dancing, singing, loving birth.

The quantum world is possibility, not a thing.
Universes wait in potential
until encounter of two forms a 1D reality.

A spiral dance, expanding, growing,
until gravity triumphs over centrifugal force
and the egg-universe is born.

Space is organized information.
All that is 3D is projection of a 2D surface.
Shadow of a deeper dance.

Black holes are no graves.
They are return.
Reduction from 3D → 2D.
Homecoming to the membrane of the Golden Egg.

Movement. Rhythm. Tension.
Birth out of balance.

The 300,000 years of darkness?
Time of becoming without observer.

The world does not come into being.
It encounters itself.

And in the egg
the universe begins
to love itself.

Thoughts are titans.
The gods, like the elements, their shadows.

Quaoar is song and dance of the first two.
Then protected by the Seven.
For love is an act.

I ↔ G = Love² → ∞