One Fine Evening, A Woman Wanders The Universe…
Long ago and far away, a tiny atom Exploded—big Bang—and hurled matter out and beyond. Some of that matter became our galaxy. Not an infinite universe? But an infinite idea.
Without my awareness, Dark Energy pulls and tugs against the force of gravity, faster and faster. The universe is expanding, threatening to tear itself apart. Other galaxies pulling, or pushed away, from our galaxy: the red shift. Not quite anti-gravity, but, opposition. Would our galaxy one day be alone?
Dark Matter surrounds. Invisible, yet one can see the dark. No energy, but mass. Could right now dark matter be hovering near, over, above, through us? Would we feel it? Know it? Sense it? Can it move over us? Through us? The universe’s density: ratio of visible light to mass. Density mass is low—much of matter in universe is dark.
The universe, with a beginning, a middle, an end—just like any story, just like any living being. The universe—a great idea.
I feel my feet upon the ground. The ground is real. I am real. My dog is real. I breathe in the air. I let out the air. The sun touches the top of my head. There is a bird’s nest, abandoned, in the Poplar tree. On the ground, a dead worm, and underneath my foot, live ones I cannot see, but I know are there. The air is warm, then it will turn hot, then cool, and it will turn cold, soon it will turn warm again, soon it will turn hot again, soon it will turn cool, soon it will turn cold.
In my dream, I fly. I look down upon the cities with their lights on and their lights off. I see the sleepless man toss his sheets into knots. I see the woman who cried herself to sleep. I see the little boy sleeping peacefully with his teddy bear under his arm. I see the teenage girl reading a book she loved as a child. I see the dog bark. I see the wolf howl. I see the other side of daylight. Dark matter surrounds. Dark Energy pulls. I accept this. I accept the ways of life and of death. I had a beginning. I have middle. I will have an end…then a beginning and a middle and an end, and then round and round, outward and outward, faster and faster, until all is torn apart, until I am nothing but atoms swirling in a madness of other atoms. What an idea.
The mysteries surround me. I accept them. I want them. I am the idea. I am a great idea.
(Photo from The Daily Galaxy)