It rained before the dawn. And after dawn. In fact, dawn was delayed somewhat by the rain. Or it appeared that way.
Visual evidence, you see. (Or maybe not.)
Now, as I occasionally do, I’ve been perusing the Big Brain Articles of the reporter class. That’s an unusual way of saying I’ve been reading the scientific sections of the papers.
And probably a snobbish way of referring to the fact I do such things.
I’ve been informed that the Big Bang Theory (a sexual way of presenting science, I’ve always thought), might not be the actual truth.
Instead I’m handed an idea. Actually, I’m handed two ideas. One, the idea of atoms not collapsing was a novell idea to me. I mean, think about it, an iron bar, we’ve always been taught, is composed of atoms. Each atom composed of electrons and such whirling about the nucleus and they don’t collapse. Why not.
I’d never thought to ask that. Still, and a bit beside the point, I suppose, I have always wondered what happened to all those atoms when that stupid iron bar rusted and disappeared.
Anyway, the Big Bang is now being considered the Big Bounce.
Yup. More sexual scientific speak. The theory is we live in a re-bounding, expanding universe rather than a boom in the night.
Think of all the kids that’ll have to grow up without saying they experienced a bump in the dark. We’ll have to adjust to the fact the universe is a soap bubble in the dark that will one day go pop and collapse in upon itself. Only to re-form again into a different universe.
Gads. The Sci/Fi writers dream.
From the reaches,