Nippy

 A brilliant blog post about nothing in particular

Something pops into existence from nothing, as if nothing ever really existed, as if time travel weren’t possible, as if a universe can come into being like a thought or a pimple or blade of grass.   A particle of a universe.  An infinitesimal point of infinite possibility.  A balloon, blowing up in the mouth of God, or a bun in the oven, or a magician’s conjured coin, or an explosion of spacetime, as if there weren’t any space for it to expand into or something…

A baby pops out of the womb, kerplonk.   Everything has a beginning.   Kind of.  Maybe the universe is infinite, infinitely old, infinitely big, with an infinite future, and with infinite possibility…  No end, no beginning.    A big bang that followed something else that followed something else, utterly impenetrable and subject only to wild uninformed conjecture.

What if size is utterly, ridiculously infinitesimal and vast, at the same time, relative to us, relative to anything, with atoms being little universes, or some such madness like that, getting infinitely smaller, or infinitely bigger, any direction you choose.   Like a star is an electron.   Or a photon or graviton or tachyon or quark or whatever the fuck is actually behind “reality” can be both teeny weeny and unfathomably vast.    Out of range of any detection.   Practically impossible to conceive of, even.   Like our skulls have universes inside, or the regular known universe we’re all familiar with, is inside God’s head, and maybe even there’s odd lines of connection and communication between various levels.   

Sure, everybody’s in their own heads, but what if the separate psychological universes were in fact, actual expanses of spacetime, with galaxies and stars and black holes and whatnot.   A fun conjecture, utterly unprovable, unless science has a grasp of things my overly imaginative cranium isn’t aware of, like actual limits to smallness (Planck length?  froth?  virtual particles?).   

Why is the universe expanding?   Is it like how particles spread out to fill a room, only in this case, the room has no walls, and everything will eventually dissipate into invisibility and non-interaction?  Into the cold, hurtling through space into solitude and chill and temperature of absolute zero?  Heat goes to cold, but if the universe is an infinite freezing wasteland, then oblivion is a fate of former glory, of life and movement and warmth a distant memory, dead, unmoving, broken off from relation, whether gravity or chemistry, chilled to the bone, not even vibrating any more, no light, no sound, no mind, no anything, just solid black expanse, unseen, unfelt, unexperienced, and void.

Are antigravitons funny?  The push and pull, of levitons :-)

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