In the beginning there was a Big Clean Nothing smaller than an invisible pinhead. There was peace, non-existence, timelessness, darkness. As it happened that Big Nothing was very lonely and felt depressed, compressed, constipated you might say. So soon it started to rumble, growl, feeling agitated and all of a sudden it farted, only once mind you but a Huge Fart, a Big Bang, you might say, almost bigger than my grandfather, if I had had one, could have pulled out of his ass in his retirement home under the snickering of his non-hearing challenged lady cronies.
That’s how the Big Nothing manifested its constipation and became a Big Something full of twirling galaxies, myriads and myriads of fiery stars, black holes, neutrinos, protons, quarks and strings but mostly Black matter. A big unclean-able mess! The attending staff gave up and went to a body to register for welfare compensation and food stamps.
So among all the multiverses we ended up with a Universe all our own.
more to come….