Listening to the Echoes of the Origin of Time (A Sketch)
the words read, "A story is told. The notes are old. The happenstance that left us. The chaos of the cosmos, in music, unfolds. We hear the fetal stage of the universe. The sound at the dawn of time. Before there was separation of light and darkness. An instrument of all matter as it slowly expanded created waves of sound, waves of energy and they remain far, far away at the edge of space - the edge of all space. Why? We have found the music, but we don't know what it means. We can only listen, hope and dream. Shhhh. Do you hear it? A story is told. The notes are old. The happenstance that left us. The chaos of..."