Looking out at the precipice of the universe I see quiet beginnings, yet powerful momentum; deliberate yet mysteriously slow. But that is my human bias.I come from a world of instant gratification… A world that makes no apology for its flagrant self-absorbed perspective. But this world, the world of the universe is a model of patience and purpose. Things move according to their own time, in a gentle but constant flow rather than the fantasy made concrete by the ticks and tocks of the soulless, the separate, the other. Passing along the only gift it can, the decay of unreality. But here is different, everything is real, for there can be no falsehood. But this reality is strange, for whilst everything is real, almost nothing is understood.