TURNING HYDROGEN INTO GOD The first self-sustaining chain reaction took place the day
I was seven weeks old. We have flown far in our quest
that if we get the light right we will see God, be God.
Light without Word, a light without hands, light without
lilies. Looking into the blue haze of neutrons there is
something fractured about this light and thoughts
of God and what we might expect the color
of transfiguration to be. Too young to tell time,
my brother looks down at the gears of an alarm clock
he has just dismantled with no idea of how he might
put it back together. We aim our faces deep
into the atom. Eyes twitch at the movement of smaller and smaller pieces until we find one that stares back,
does not yield to theories of cells, atoms or any small parts. - Diane Westergaard
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