through science's grainy spectacles br the cosmos collapses into probabilities, br but Man, one of the highest improbables, br is beyond observed observers' observing. br br even that final, mysterious transformation br of mass into Light, and then Intelligence, br mathematical alchemy of quantum gravity, br can't convert all into a Kosmos conscious br br of Itself, a Being whose constitution, br the Tree of Life, is an Intelligence free br balanced at all times, at all points. br science is silent on matters that matter br br most. too, when keats wrote 'Beauty br is truth, truth beauty, '* he might later br have added that both of them are good. br from alpha to omega, conscious ascents br br of consciousness pressure us- so what br side of the looking glass are we on? br with eyes open we behold an infinite mass br of light. close them for an instant. br br the cosmos disappears. instead, we pass br into intuition and, through its reflexive br screen, discover nothing changed since br the big roar began. here, within the br br motionless Mind within ever-in-motion br Light, at the vital heart of the Kosmos, br is a power of attraction, an action br we quaint call Love. from the physicist br br and his fuzzy particle, to the artist br and her feel for beauty, Love is the Law. br its gravity is a desire for order and unity br in diversity. since time began not one dot br br has been added to nor subtracted from it. br it is now, ever was, and ever shall be br the same. and that is all we know. br and that is all we ever need to know.