“…where did the universe come from?”, he asked. Incredibly, he figured it out.
Where does anything come from? These days, things are constantly emerging, out of cold, dark, wet soils, leaves of life forms emerge, like the crumpled wings of butterflies, unfolding from a chrysalis – like thermal energy emanating from a black hole. What a great irony that the master of the universe died in spring. Rest in peace, Stephen Hawking.