DARK MATTER
There was, in some ways, the other. Dark Matter held his hand leading him to health, cure and the miracle. His amusement sparkled. Was it truth? Fiction? Delusion? He stood in his own wonderment, laughing, cajoling his spirit into an infinity of answers and replies. It didn't matter which one was chosen by man or himself. It was simply there. The lightness of ebony wishing its way around the universe, the prime mover, living inside something called RNA and the most abundant thing in the universe.
"You think he's daft"?
"If he is what a great craziness"!