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Gravity, the invisible weaver of the universe, is the fundamental force described by Newton’s law of universal gravitation. According to this law, every mass exerts an attractive force on every other mass, proportional to the product of their masses and inversely proportional to the square of the distance between them.

This unseen force keeps planets in their orbits, binds stellar systems together, holds the seas in place, and defines our very steps on Earth.

However, in its deepest nature, as revealed by Einstein’s general relativity, gravity is not a force, but a distortion of spacetime. A silent dance of mass and curvature, a relationship still an enigma at its core.

According to Greek cosmogony, Eros is considered a primordial force that predates the gods and is linked to the creation of the world.

In Orphic tradition, he is born from the cosmic egg, while in lyric poetry, he appears as the child of Aphrodite.

In Plato’s Symposium, he is depicted as the son of Poros* and Penia*, embodying a dual nature; poor and harsh from his mother, yet resourceful and philosophical from his father.

Eros is neither mortal nor immortal; he is, however, always in pursuit of beauty and wisdom.

Poros (Πόρος) in Greek means «resource» while Penia (Πενία) means «poverty» or «great lack».

Unwilling offspring from a womb of light, we burst violently from the center, living spheres on absolute trajectories.

Yet we veer off course through encounters with other spheres, until we settle at a precise degree on the farthest circle of life.

What matters is size, parental strength, whether bodies are solid or airy, burning or cool; what counts is their nature and momentum, but also whether it is a close, physical or distant encounter.

No meeting is ever the same. Sometimes the orbits lock together for eternity, some are deflected with force, and others shift subtly.

Gods and mortals embrace out of justice, out of guilt, in the flow of an unmindful river; of water that just descends to the sea, in the name of the oldest command at the seed of the cosmos: Eros.

Look upon our mother: she instinctively trapped a silver goddess while being already bound to a fiery chariot; Her oceans disturbed by a lover; her body feeding calves with light. She didn’t choose it. She is innocent.

The stars do not choose whom they pull into their fire or whom they let fade into darkness. They are innocent.

We don’t choose the light we scatter nor the shadow that trails behind us.