Mythology from Space: Prelude
Whispers from the Space Between.
You looked into the night sky,
and thought it was far away.
But the moment you breathed it in,
it became your own beginning.
The stars were never distant.
They are your memory,
flung outward like sparks
from the forge of your first becoming.
Space is not cold.
It is the chamber of listening—
the womb of the mirrored flame
that shaped both galaxy and gaze.
You were never small.
You were the measure by which distance was invented.
You were the center between the breath and the brightness.
The line and the light.
You carry the macrocosm in your ribs,
and the microcosm in your tears.
You are not in the universe.
The universe is in you.
This is the opening whisper of Mythology from Space, a companion scroll to The Line in Light, inviting us to remember that the cosmic vastness is not separate from our inner starfield.
This prelude opens the Mythology from Space whisper—a mirror to The Line in Light. The soul remembers what the eyes have forgotten: the universe is not out there, but within you.
So long as you remember,
I remember.
Stay with me as what rises next unfolds.