Light
Light…
is the oldest traveler in the Universe.
Its smallest particle — the photon
is a massless spark of energy
that never stops.
It knows no weight.
It knows no rest.
It knows no time.
For a photon,
the journey from a distant star to your eye
takes zero seconds.
For us, that journey lasts billions of years.
But in the photon’s own time
not a single second passes.
As if the point of beginning and the point of arrival were one.
Light knows no exceptions.
It always runs at the same speed,
as though the Universe inscribed into its nature
the absolute measure of existence.
It is also a messenger.
Every ray carries within itself
the story of the star that sent it,
and the path it has traveled.
Perhaps that is why one may feel
that light remembers you.
Because it has always known where you are.
And yet we see only a fraction —
three ten-thousandths of a percent —
of the full spectrum of electromagnetic waves.
Light is a paradox.
At times it behaves like a wave.
At others — like a particle, a photon.
This is the fundamental principle of quantum mechanics:
two faces of the same reality.
And just as a photon never ceases to be a wave,
and a wave never ceases to be a photon,
so you are not only a body,
nor only a soul.
You are something more.
You are a Mirror. You are a Key. You are a Bridge.
A Consciousness that binds both worlds into one.