por Bill Tiepelman
Cradle of the Universe
In the beginning—though “beginning” might be an oversimplification—there was only stardust, cosmic dust swirling in some unknowable void. From this, the universe emerged, a chaotic, infinite playground of light and gravity, expansion and implosion. There was no rhyme or reason, just the endlessly swirling potential of everything that would come to be. And somewhere along the way, perhaps because the universe got bored or because it’s terribly fond of experiments, there were hands. Now, these weren’t your ordinary hands. They didn’t have fingerprints, nerves, or bones, nor were they attached to any particular body. They simply… were. Floating, glowing, cosmic in nature, made of stardust and galaxies, somehow warm despite their otherworldly texture. If you were to look closer, you might swear you could see nebulae swirling under the skin, like oil on water, shimmering with an impossible spectrum of colors. But as far as anyone could tell, they didn’t belong to anyone or anything. They were hands without a master, or perhaps they were the master, and the universe itself was just an idea held gently in their palms. For eons, they simply floated, marveling at their own existence in a way only hands can. If they could laugh, they would have, and if they could think, they would’ve pondered deeply on their purpose. But they were, after all, just hands. Purpose was irrelevant; they simply existed, cradling bits of stars and flickers of light, feeling the warmth of all creation flowing through them. And that was enough. Or it was, until the day they felt something new. It was a faint stirring, an almost imperceptible thrum from deep within—a signal, maybe, or a call. Something in the universe had… shifted. As the hands instinctively cupped together, they noticed the faint outline of a small, luminous bloom taking shape between their palms, an ethereal, delicate flower glowing with the light of stars. Its petals shimmered in shades of rose and violet, its center a gentle sunburst of gold. The hands sensed something, if hands could be said to sense things. The sensation wasn’t a thought, not exactly—it was more like an impulse, a tugging urge. They had been cradling the whole of the universe for as long as they’d been aware, but this felt… different. Personal. The flower unfolded, layer by intricate layer, each petal a burst of color and light, as if the flower held all the stories of all the stars in its tiny form. And for the first time, the hands felt an ache, an urge to protect something so fragile yet so boundless in its beauty. And so they held it closer, cupping it more carefully, feeling a quiet warmth radiate through their intangible palms. In a universe defined by chaos and uncertainty, here was something that felt precious, something that required care. As they marveled, the flower began to whisper. Not words—flowers don’t have mouths—but a deep, resonant knowing that somehow poured directly into the stardust of those celestial hands. The whisper was both infinitely old and startlingly new. It spoke of life and death, of birth and decay, of laughter and heartbreak. It spoke of moments—the way light feels when it first touches the skin after winter, or the peculiar joy of sharing a joke that doesn’t need to be funny as long as you’re laughing together. It whispered of paradoxes, too, the absurdity and magnificence of human lives, the moments when people laugh through their tears or fall in love against all reason. The hands couldn’t laugh, but if they could, they might’ve chuckled at the absurdity of it all. A flower that contained every secret of the universe, whispering about awkward first dates and the feeling of sand between toes, as if these tiny human moments somehow weighed equally with the birth of stars and the collapse of empires. But as the hands listened, they realized something even stranger: the flower didn’t care about being eternal. Its wisdom lay in understanding that everything—every laugh, every tear, every star, every silence—would one day fade. And it was okay with that. In fact, it celebrated it. The flower embraced the temporary, the bittersweet, the brief flashes of beauty that gave meaning to existence. In that instant, the hands understood, in their own silent, wordless way. The purpose of cradling the universe wasn’t to keep it safe from change, but to nurture its transformations, to let things bloom and wither, to witness both the joys and absurdities of existence. Maybe that was why they were here—to hold the universe not as a possession, but as a friend, someone you understand is only visiting for a while. And so, for the first time in however many eons they’d existed, the hands loosened their grip. They let the flower rest freely in their palms, content to watch it live and grow, and eventually, inevitably, fade. It was strange, comforting even, to know that in the end, everything that came to be would eventually return to the same cosmic dust from which it sprang. As the flower’s petals began to drift away like tiny stars, the hands found themselves strangely at peace. They knew the universe would carry on its chaotic dance, birthing new wonders, creating and destroying in endless cycles. They would watch, bearing witness, their only purpose to cradle, to care, and, occasionally, to let go. And maybe, just maybe, if they’d had the gift of laughter, they’d chuckle at the irony of it all. After all, they were hands—the simplest of forms—holding the most complex of things. But that’s life, isn’t it? Simple, absurd, and infinitely beautiful. 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