The Big Bang or the time of the Great Annihilation, when Matter and Antimatter clashed and cosmic sparks went flying, the progeny of majorons provided the universe with an asymmetric mix of neutrinos and anti-neutrinos, more quarks than anti-quarks. And, that’s what Mattered the most.
It was in That Beginning that Time and his twin-brother Space were born. Since that day, they sprawl the universe with their feet up and their hands behind their head. Under a contractual agreement, though, they will have to return – from whence they came.
Time, the patient caregiver, the healer of all wounds, or, as has been seen, the brutal tormentor of the long-sufferer, always takes his time. He’s been known to say, “A day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.”
Space, a distance runner, hopes to place in the next inter-galactic marathon.
Space and Time or Space-Time as they are often called spend most of their time-space wrestling in gelatin with friends and neighbors. They tell me that this adds dimension to their lives. They listen to string-theory music while wrestling.
Miss Universe, a stellar beauty, is curvy. The brothers also spend their time following her around.
Speed-of-Light, the brothers’ close friend, always beats them to the remote whenever something special is broadcast.
My family, the Atoms family, spends its time playing king-of-the-hill and marbles. We do like knock-knock jokes. Little Hydrogen gets pushed around a lot, though.
The Nebulae Family members, known for their starry eyes, are nomadic. They spend their time gazing at Space-Time from a point of departure somewhere in the galaxy.
The favorite saying of the Planet households is “What goes around comes around.” Their favorite hangout is the Milky Way. They own several tanning salons.
I guess that if Time were to be no more and if Space was pigeonholed and if Speed-of-light was somehow surpassed and if Family Nebulae no longer roamed and if the Planet households split up then, God knows, you and I are no longer relative.
© Jennifer A. Johnson, 2011, All Rights Reserved
H/T to italo calvino
“Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?
Tell me, if you understand.
Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know!
Who stretched a measuring line across it?
On what were its footings set,
or who laid its cornerstone—
while the morning stars sang together
and all the angels shouted for joy? Job 38:4-7
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“We don’t allow faster-than-light neutrinos in here,” says the bartender.
A neutrino walks into a bar.
–Joke circulating on the internet
Cindy Wity 
