This night was open to every possibility.
The stunted, loveless theories of science had sunk into the mud; quantum, relativity, the Big Bang-circling endlessly, crashing again and again into the same wall like bumper cars in an amusement park. Meanwhile, the steed of love bent time itself, and in a rapture of victory, accompanied by hymns from beyond, planted the banner of absolute and eternal triumph. Bowing its brow to the cool earth, it wept tears the color of the water of life-tea ...