Everything we see now was once compressed to a single point, tiny and dense. The universe as a unit, possibilities collapsed into a pinpoint, pregnant with potential. From that unfathomable nothing came everything, creation bursting forth in this promise of revolution that nothing that was once will ever more be, building multitudes of vistas from that one dot from which time begins, galaxies spinning out in a breathing ocean of dark matter, connecting us with each rise and fall to the most distant stars. How do we return to that place of possibility? How do we rewind to that moment when beauty and justice are waiting, balancing on their tiptoes to hurl out into the darkness, spreading constellations of supernovae and milky ways to light the night skies of our futures? Our revolution will be the ultimate act of creation. To gather ourselves, to bring everything we have at our disposal together, to envisage glory, we must return to a place of origin, a convergence, where we become so tiny and so dense in our imagination, where we unwind ourselves until we are nothing but molecules, atoms, quarks steeping in our togetherness, before we release ourselves anew, to build anew.

– Baijayanta Mukhopadhyay