Single Point

Single point: 

 a single point, and from this an entire universe appeared, or at least that's the popular thought associated with the Big Bang - that a singularity, infinitely dense and full of energy, was just ready to expand in vast potentiality, an explosion of both time and space happening from this single point. Yet this description is somewhat misleading, really, it's only a story told in scientific terms and even cosmologist are now telling it a different way. Stories always change as more evidence is gathered, that's why science is an art, unafraid to express itself in new and challenging ways, offering different means to view the world that have never existed before. A theory is simply the process of a never ending work of art. 

without the language of description....

a universe. 

this isn't meant to dismiss the language of the Big Bang, not to argue the single point of energy and how it spread to bring the universe into existence. I'm not a scientist, even writing just the little that I have has nearly exhausted my knowledge on the subject. Whatever I write is only my own expression given, lyrical prose within a scientific view, it's only another story told. But I am an intricate part of this story, intimate really, a key figure. We all are, each of us traced back by the elements of first creation, our origin is that single point of energy and potentiality and whatever could have possibly come before. That grants us each the right of wonder and curiosity, gifts given to us by our inclusion in this universal expression. We're part of this tapestry, individual points within the greater whole, expanding too with energy and wonder. The universe is our story. 

what amazes me is that language can somehow and sometimes limit us in wonder - to use terms such as expansion of space and time, singularity of energy, and even the Big Bang gives our story context, but takes away a certain sense of mystery. Once, there was no universe, nothing, no space, not even a concept of time, or perhaps they existed as formless bits of information, possibilities with the potential to appear - and then the universe happened all at once, not in any great expansion because no space existed yet, no time to offer any point of measure. 

the universe simply happened. 

and there it is, my story too...

once, nothing, or perhaps I existed as some formless bit of inspiration, maybe a promise and possibility of existence, and then suddenly, an entire universe appeared, somehow I simply happened. A single point...and from here my entire story has evolved. 

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Peace, Eric