It makes one all right, though you hadn't thought of it, a sound like the sound of the sky on fire, like Armageddon, whistling and crackling, the explosions of sunlight booming as the huge mass of gas rages into the emptiness around it. It isn't a sound you are often aware of, though the light speeds to us in seconds, each dawn leaping easily across a chasm of space that swallows the sound of that sphere, but if you listen closely some morning, when the sun swells over the horizon and the world is still and still asleep, you might hear it, a faint noise so far inside your mind that it must come from somewhere, from light rushing to darkness, energy burning towards entropy, towards a peaceful solution, burning brilliantly, spontaneously, in the middle of nowhere, and you, too, must make a sound that is somewhat like it, though that, of course, you have no way of hearing at all - George Bradley
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