In between washing socks and being five minutes late for everything, I like to spend a little time contemplating the mysteries of the universe. That’s why my ideal dinner guest would be the theoretical infinitely dense singularity containing all space and time, which possibly existed before the Big Bang. Or possibly didn’t.
The conversation, I imagine, would go something like this;
Hey, Singularity
Hey, singularity,
Endlessly dense,
Impossibly small,
Completely immense,
There’s one or two questions,
I’ve got in my head,
So if you don’t mind…
Ok, go ahead.
So just how hot are you?
Oh nothing’s more hot,
But there IS nothing else,
So that won’t mean a lot.
And what came before you?
There is no before.
All time is inside me,
No less and no more.
But what is beside you?
There IS no beside.
All space is inside me –
Beside is inside.
So everything’s in you?
We’ll sort of. I’m bluffing,
I DO contain everything –
But, also, nothing.
You’re killing me now.
Hey that’s no big deal –
I can’t really kill you,
You’re not even real.
And neither am I,
Well probably not,
The truth might be weirder.
What else have you got?
No more! Head’s exploding!
Ooh THAT’s a good plan,
I might try that too.
Ok… here we go… BANG!
©️ Nina Parmenter 2018
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