Opposites aren’t meant to attract; at least not without inviting a world of pain. They crash into each other. Some turn into stars and burn for the rest of their days. Others shatter into millions of tiny pieces that float aimlessly in space.
Only once in a thousand black holes do miracles happen and balance is struck. In that perfect balance; universes are born, and life becomes possible.
So here I am on my knees, praying for one such miracle.