Our scientists say that before The Big Bang
There was Nothing
And therefore
No God.
Through red-shifted space they “see”
Back to The Beginning.
Exploding Singularity.
A photon winks into existence
And BOOM.
Yes they are conceited enough to think
That all we see is all there is to know.
Like people pre-Pythagoras
Who thought the Earth was flat
They Lord it
With Confidence.
Yet Eternal Infinity
Beckons us on.
A light year is 5,878,499,810,000 miles.
An estimated 81,000 years Ion-Drive flight to the nearest star.
About 100 thousand million galaxies in the universe:
70 thousand million million million stars.
But we know it all.
Some say our universe is a bubble
Growing within another
Like a baby in a womb.
Some say it will grow forever,
Slowly petering out
‘Til all is cold.
Others that it will stop, shrink
Implode
Then be reborn
With another Big Bang.
Who knows what will happen?
Not me.
Paul Butters
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:46 AM UTC
Our scientists say that before The Big Bang
There was Nothing
And therefore
No God.
Through red-shifted space they “see”
Back to The Beginning.
Exploding Singularity.
A photon winks into existence
And BOOM.
Yes they are conceited enough to think
That all we see is all there is to know.
Like people pre-Pythagoras
Who thought the Earth was flat
They Lord it
With Confidence.
Yet Eternal Infinity
Beckons us on.
A light year is 5,878,499,810,000 miles.
An estimated 81,000 years Ion-Drive flight to the nearest star.
About 100 thousand million galaxies in the universe:
70 thousand million million million stars.
But we know it all.
Some say our universe is a bubble
Growing within another
Like a baby in a womb.
Some say it will grow forever,
Slowly petering out
‘Til all is cold.
Others that it will stop, shrink
Implode
Then be reborn
With another Big Bang.
Who knows what will happen?
Not me.
Paul Butters
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