theoretical physicists, including myself, mostly agree that two universes have collided into one another to form the big bang. contrary to the more accepted theory where the universe gradually expanded over many eons to create the visible universe we can see now. i cannot stop thinking of the romance intertwined with the lesser known theory of two gorgeous galaxies getting close enough to collide and form something even greater, and through their deaths they have blessed us with these wonders. we are all made of stars, quite literally. every atom, molecule, element, etc… we were all formed through a vast series of creations from somewhere beyond our current reach. in us, we hold stars that have died billions of years ago, all of the pretty colors you see when you look up in the night sky is what’s deep inside of your heart, your lungs, your eyes. so when i hold your hand, and look into your eyes and brush your hair back, i am caressing the universe itself gently and embracing the beauty within you. you are an entire universe, an enigma of yourself and there is no one else quite like you. so look at yourself and see the stars, nebulas, galaxies, the whole worlds and dimensions in which i see when i look at you.
Your myth retellings are gorgeous. Would you tell another please? Maybe something with Hermes?