Star Shower
written by: S. Rin
I once read of Bohr, how his atomic mode, seemingly a mere mathematical abstraction, unleashed the force that would shape the very course of history. Without it, the possibility of nuclear weapons might not have surfaced as swiftly, or perhaps at all. It is unsettling to think how, in the dance of discovery, what was once pure theory morphed into a tool of annihilation.
I recall how I studied the unfolding of an atomic blast: a cascade of waves, pulsing rhythmically, as though the universe itself were breathing in synchronized terror. It is a countdown, each pulse closer to the final crescendo—a release of energy so complete that it undoes everything in its path.
As a teenager, I restored one of Kant’s manuscripts. I had already learned that before physics—before “how”—there was philosophy, the pursuit of “why.” Natural philosophy, the realm of metaphysical wonder, held the answers to questions that, for centuries, humanity had not dared to ask. Today, in the postmodern age, the mind wanders in endless loops of discourse, as though content to orbit questions without resolution. But I have always believed that a thought must reach its conclusion, not merely spin in circles to stave off existential tedium.
Tonight, I expected the sky to shimmer with the gentle cascade of star-rain, surrounded by laughter and beauty; the radiant calm of shared moments. Yet, as the wind swept through, it carried with it a subtle reminder: no how, no why—only when. Like the ticking of a clock, each second slipping toward the inevitable silence. In that silence, the neutrons begin their slow descent, the core splits, the chain reaction ignites.
First, light, then nothing. Time fractures; shattered into pieces, scattered across the vastness of the void. And in the distance, beyond the limits of reason, we feel the tug of Einstein’s twin paradox, the gravitational pull of entangled fates. We, too, were once bound in such a way: inseparable, yet now worlds apart. One remains to remember how far we can travel, only to find that, in the end, we always arrive too late.
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