i just can't get this.
some major
dude astronomer
looks into space,
works his mainframe
for months on end,
and then tells the world
that the universe
is a couple of hundred
billion light years
from end to end.
then another charlie
peers into a fleet
of aerial telescopes,
and dabbles for
a couple of years
with his calculations,
and then announces
that the universe
as we know it,
is just an atom
compared to the
actual size
of what's out there.
and then,
yet another wise man
climbs on to his pedestal,
swivels his flotilla
of space eyes around,
and pontificates
that ours isn't
the only universe;
apparently there are
parallel universes.
blimey.
obviously,
for something
that all of us,
the scientifically
challenged,
think is infinity,
how can something
without an end
ever have dimensions?
it just doesn't make
layman sense.
there's something
rather fishy in all this.
i just think
that the universe
is as endless as time,
and time is as
endless as the universe.
period.
let it be.
let us be.
we are neither
going to live that long,
or go that far.
i am just worried
about monday.
sunday is half done.
Ah yes. This poem makes wonderful sense. As my mother used to say, "Puppy love is real to the puppy." We have big enough things to think about right here in our own lives on earth. Who needs to worry about how huge the universe is?