The light emanating from the Heart of Darkness
Let us put our poetic-naturalist hat for a second and imagine that our universe is a living being on an evolutionary journey from birth to death. It had an extremely restless, chaotic, playful (even happy!) childhood. When the universe was a child, it did not know that it was a child. But now, after a long 13.8 billion years of journey, the grown-up universe knows that it once was a child, that it even had a dark teen age, that its wayward clouds were first dispersed by the bright shafts of light from stars and black holes. How does the universe know so much? Did it know that it would one day know? It knew nothing, not even the potentiality of its knowledge. But on an insignificant bend of its evolutionary path, that wayward child has come to terms with its life by accident, it has met its greatest creation, because what it has produced through random musings now dare to know itself, dare to unveil all its dark veils. That random creation, that proud knower of truth is the human animal; and other animals of that sort, if they really exist.