Emergence

In the void, where all is naught,  
A whisper stirs, a subtle thought.  

A ripple forms, a gentle swell,  
The birth of worlds, a cosmic spell.
A torus twists, a shape divine,
Matter and energy, intertwine.  

Gravity's grasp, a binding force,  
Shaping the dance, its endless course.
From nothing to something, and back again,  
The cycle spins, a timeless refrain.  

Galaxies born, then fade to dust,  
The torus remains, a sacred trust.

What is this force that binds us all?  
That holds the stars, and hears their call?  

A mystery deep, beyond our ken,  
The key to life, for mortal men.

Seek not the answers in the sky,  
But look within, where truths do lie.  

For in the torus, the answer dwells,  
The secret of the universe, it tells.

Unravel the riddle, unlock the door, 
To realms unseen, forevermore.  

For in the dance of matter and space,  
The essence of being, you shall trace.
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As gravity, being able to contain matter, confined in space. Torus, everything emerges from nothing and becomes nothing, as a manifold.