I begin my journey in a giant, bright ball of fire. It is my mother, the masterpiece of creation.
And I travel some distance away from her and I am approaching a young man who looks at his shadow, now falling on the grass. He stands in the middle of a garden, thinking of the remaining three hours of toil that would get his family the dinner for the night. He doesn't know that I am going to collide with him by the time you finish reading this sentence. Of course, I am light enough not to hurt him.Actually, he did not even feel me hit him. As I am reflected off him, I look at my mother from here and reflect on her. She is a beautiful orange circle in an ocean of darkness. She is the epitome of eternal elegance and brilliance. I don't know when she was born or where, but she has been residing in The Milky Way for the past several million years.
