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It stares at me from depths of space Tiny and distant now, yet it will grow A lightless disk of gloom, as you expect Black as the heart of hell? Well... black, indeed, But wreathed in glowing gas, stars and galaxies That glow and whirl around it forever Though nothing lasts forever here Even this magic show winds down to its destiny The event horizon. What lies beyond? God only knows, wherever He may be Once you have crossed, you are no longer of this time But in a weird time, too strange to imagine In which you fall headlong into a void, To crash and crush, shrink to a singular point Or if miracles spoke true, reemerge (Yet reemerge as what, you wonder?) While this familiar universe Keeps on expanding, faster and faster From unknown beginning to immeasurable end Three dimensions curved into a fourth, maybe more Imaginary time giving it direction, waves, cause and effect But does it give a purpose, too? The sun rises and sets, grass grows and wilts Generations grow and age, stars burn out And the ripples which I once made Spread, diminish and merge with uncounted others Their identity blurred by uncertainty As we on Earth whirl to the end of time To the great beyond of which we know nothing Strange matter drifting through mysterious time. |
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Author and Curator: Dr. David P. Stern
Mail to Dr.Stern: david("at" symbol)phy6.org .
Last updated 25 January 2010