Ever since my childhood, I have often thought that certain oddities of our universe were fascinating. One such oddity is the incomprehensible range of temperature. That we exist only a few hundred degrees from absolute zero while the pinnacle of heat is so infinitely high above us seems somewhat strange. Mayhap it lies vaguely somewhere near that nebulous distinction between the real and my fanciful wishfulness, or perhaps it is merely my innate desire to summon meaning out of nature, but, regardless, this has always seemed somewhat miraculous and (though only in an indefinite way) significant.
A sad, but not unhappy, journey to unravel that subtle knot which makes us man.