It's all like this, so simple

It's all like this, so simple.
In the dense spheres burns the white-hot flame of darkness. Drifting away from the eternal source, the distance from its eternity, makes the tremblings ever more fleeting. So slow is their vibration that they die at once. So thick is the bubbling that it quickly fades.
How far does the expansion of the Big Bang reach, flinging the universe out of itself? Perhaps, with no return, it comes back to the very source that, even in the darkest depths, is still here, still giving it existence. Nothing is, because nothing is in the source anymore; but everything exists, because the source is out there too.
That is how darkness rules in the distance, while, drawing closer to the origin, everything grows brighter, grows subtler and therefore more real. It fades away, and so lets the origin itself shine through more and more.