Overhead the clouds obscured the sun
Putting mute the prism’s ability to split light into colors
That didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the thing
It allowed her to see shapes in mind-bending ways
Causing her to giggle with delight
And when the sun finally did come out…
Light was cleaved into a rainbow, and she got to be a leprechaun. Now where was that gold?
Beginning was so tiny that they called it big
And the sound that could not be there, a shot heard throughout the universe
Now we are the echoes of that cosmic starter’s pistol
Giving chase to the ever-fading light
Velocity was too high and from the wrong direction for the two spacecraft to dock.
Even with all the acceleration he had at his fingertips, the joining would not be successful.
Considering the impulse they were about to experience, he shouted, “Brace yourselves!”
The impact caused them to increase angular momentum, spinning them and the forces pinned them hard against their seats.
Observing their attempted destination spin away into the void, he fired the thrusters to arrest the erratic rotation.
Rockets fired and the spacecraft slowed in the gravitational field it floated in.
Derived from imprecise measurements that approximate reality
Actively virtualizing senses that were beyond human capability
Taking all of that and growing graphical landscapes to frolic mentally therein
Allowing everyone their own perspective from which they can misinterpret everything
Suns spun in their gravitational dance around the galaxy
Planets pulled around and around each of those hot balls of nuclear fire
How amazing it was that the cosmic dance continued since time eternal
Every clear night she looked up at the dancers above
Reveling in the opportunity to study the performance
Embracing the challenge of cyphering out the music
She loved astrophysics
Stars send speeding photons flying through the nothingness
To land blissfully on my eyes as I look heavenward
Awestruck at the age of the light that graced me
Realizing a small chunk of ancient history
Looking at a place that might not exist anymore
It causes me to pause, wondering what I am casting into the void around me
Giving life to something that will outlast my stay in this universe
Hoping that someone will gaze upon that something and be inspired
To create their own light and cast it into the unknown
“Stuff like this yarn makes the entire universe.”
“That is total bull and you know it!”
“Really? And what makes you such an expert, do you do physics?”
“I know something much better than physics that tells me that’s a lie.”
“Never going to believe you, but why don’t you tell me.”
“Given that cats exist, and if the universe is made of yarn stuff, why haven’t cats unraveled everything?”
“So you know what, you may be on to something.”
Raising expectations to an unsustainable level
As the crowd goes wild, flying over the gap between fiction and reality
Making the question of how they would land a scary topic
Pitching sideways on the landing, the public crashed and burned, and that’s why we can’t have nice things
Whimsical pondering about how everything works
Observing the universe and attempting to understand the underpinnings
Never being settled with almost right, but wanting perfect information
Determining how everything began, how it will end, and everything in between
Except perfect information is not available, so instead we guess and see how close we get
Remembering when we get things wrong it becomes a starting point for something new
Making miniatures of real life was their thing
Organizing all the bits and pieces
Determining how to fit them all together
Enabling the construct to simulate the reality, but at a smaller level
Letting them travel through time as they watched the big bang unfold on their computer screen
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