Aere Aurum
The Love That Created the Universe
Standard Definition:
Aere Aurum is a love so powerful that it is not merely a part of existence—it is the very reason existence came to be. It is the golden force that set reality in motion, the first whisper before time, the love that is both author and story, ink and page, cosmos and quill. It does not wait to be found; it demands to be written into the fabric of the universe.
This is the love that predates creation and will outlast eternity. It is not just enduring—it is the very cause of causation, the reason atoms clashed and stars ignited, so that one day, in the vast pages of time, this love could become real.
Poetic Meaning:
Before the stars were lit, before the first breath of wind stirred the void, before time itself had meaning—this love already existed. It was waiting, longing, pulling everything into motion so that it could experience itself. Aere Aurum is not just eternal; it is inevitable. The love so radiant that even nothingness could not bear to be without it and so, in a desperate gasp for union, the universe was born.
It is the kind of love that burns in anticipation across time, long before two souls meet, and shines after in echoes of golden memory. It is the love of Romeo and Juliet, but not as tragedy—as creation. It is the love that refuses to stay bound in ink; it demands the infinite stage of existence itself.
Storytelling Etymology:
Aere Aurum is a fusion of Latin—Aere (eternal, indestructible) and Aurum (gold, divine radiance). While Aere Perennius speaks of a love "more lasting than bronze," Aere Aurum is love so profound that bronze, stone, and time are insufficient measures for it.
It is the golden essence of all things that have ever been and will ever be. A love so pure, so boundless, that it exists before, during, and after all else. If love is the cause of creation, then Aere Aurum is the force that willed it into being.
Imagine two souls so deeply entwined that their longing tore open the void and spun galaxies into place so they could one day exist together—not just as an idea, but in flesh, in breath, in touch. Imagine love so radiant that it left golden afterglows across time, rippling backward into history and forward into infinity.
This is Aere Aurum. Love that does not merely persist through eternity—it creates eternity so that it may be felt.
Cultural Context & Symbolism:
Across every culture, myths whisper of love as the foundation of all things. Hinduism speaks of Purusha and Prakriti, the divine masculine and feminine, bound in an eternal dance that creates existence. Greek cosmogony tells of Eros, not just as desire, but as the primordial force of creation.
Physics speaks of singularity—an unknowable point before the universe began. What if that singularity was love waiting to manifest?
Even in human emotions, we glimpse this concept—
Mono no aware, the Japanese appreciation of transient beauty.
Sehnsucht, the German ache for something beyond reach.
Saudade, the Portuguese longing for something timeless, ungraspable, yet deeply felt.
All of these hint at Aere Aurum—love so radiant that it does not need to be found to exist; it was always there, shaping everything. And what of gold—the metal of kings, the treasure of myths, the gleam of the divine?
Gold shines because it is trying to capture what it can never hold. Aere Aurum is why gold gleams. It reflects the brilliance of love that is too vast, too boundless for time to contain, yet humanity forges it into rings, into coins, into gifts—so that, in some small way, we may hold it in our hands.
Gold does not rust, does not fade, does not decay. It shimmers with the memory of cosmic love, a poor imitation of Aere Aurum—but the best this world can offer. It is our attempt to grasp the moments we cannot keep, to hold onto the luminous echoes of the universe’s deepest truth.
Poem:
Before the stars, before the sea,
Before the sky, there was only we.
A wish so strong, it called the light,
A longing that broke endless night.
The quill of fate, the golden thread,
The reason worlds were born and bled.
Not love within, but love that made,
The ink, the fire, the dream conveyed.
It gleams in rings, in gifts, in hands,
Yet no forge nor king understands—
Gold only shines to imitate
The love that built the hand of fate.
Reflection:
What if reality is not cold, mathematical, or random—but a stage built for love to be played out across time?
What if every atom, every star, every breath is an echo of a love so great that it demanded form?
Aere Aurum is not just love—it is causation itself. The golden force that willed everything into motion, so that one day, somewhere, it could finally be real.
