My name is Larry.
And yesterday, something amazing happened.
I woke up on the surface of the Sun.
Don’t ask!
I was blinking at the sky when I met a ray of light.
“Welcome,” said the ray—warm and golden, with a voice like sunrise. “I was just born. Want a ride?”
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“To Earth,” it said. “The whole trip takes just eight minutes. You’ll love it—it’s fast.”
And off we went—300,000 kilometers per second. The Sun shrank behind us.
“At this speed,” said the ray, “we’d circle the Earth in less than a blink.”
Before long, we saw the planets stretched out in their paths.
“May I introduce,” the ray announced, “the family. All eight of them. Name: Solar System.”
“Are they just floating here?” I asked.
“Oh no,” said the ray. “They’re dancing around the Sun, reflecting her light. Would you believe your Earth races along at 107,000 kilometres per hour?”
“Wow! I don’t feel it!” I shouted. “Is that Earth over there?”
“Yup. That blue jewel is home sweet home,” the ray laughed. “Third in line, fifth in size.”
“It looks so tiny,” I whispered, “with that giant right behind her.”
“This big fellow has a huge stomach,” the ray said. “He could swallow up the other seven planets—and still have room for more. But when it comes to size, none of them compare to the Sun. If she were a giant beach ball, that ‘giant’ over there would be a grape. And Earth? A poppy seed.”
“And that last one, way out there—couldn’t we pay it a quick visit?”
“Not today,” the ray smiled. “It would take over four hours just to reach it—and we didn’t bring any snacks.”
“What about all these?” I asked, pointing to the shiny dots scattered around us.
“Those are our neighbours.
Stars. Radiating light—just like our Sun.”
“How many are there?”
“God knows,” the ray exclaimed.
“He holds this army in his open hand. He counts them. Names them. Sets the rhythm, writes the choreography—and they dance.”
For a moment, it felt like the universe had paused just for me.
Out there, space stretched like glittering silk.
Delicate as gauze, wide as tent cloth.
Delicate. Dark. Beautiful.
“End station: Earth,” the ray announced. “Eight minutes and twenty seconds—right on schedule.”
And there I was, hovering above my house. Rooftops. Trees. A bird flapping by like it knew something I didn’t.
“I never thought I’d travel in time,” I said.
“You didn’t,” the ray grinned. “But you do look into the past every time you look up. You’re not seeing stars as they are—you’re seeing them as they were. Some of that light left before you were born.”
With that, I landed—my feet touching the grass.
“I have to go,” said the ray. “I’ve got places to shine. And you’ve got stories to tell.” Then, with a final shimmer, it faded.
And there I was—
A kid with dirt on his shoes…
And the universe in his eyes.
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“Understanding the Almighty
is beyond our reach.“
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Job 38:3; Psalms 104:2; 147:4; Isaiah 40:12,22,26; Jeremiah 33:22