Big bang

Crash!

Bang!

Wallop!

Something forged out of a massive nothing,

An infinite density,

The beginning of time.

A universe, at once infinitesimally small

And infinitely dense,

Foretelling our seemingly thin grip on reality.

As far as the eye can see,

Beyond even light,

The eternal expansion of a septillion stars,

Spells the story of how we came to be,

From the mist of nebulae long since scattered,

The shattered corpse of a rising solar sea.

Who can foresee where we are going,

In a universe of infinite complexity?

Is our goal to explain all at once what we see?

And what does it all mean?

What we see, obscured by notions of a creator,

Unlikely as they seem, in a universe

That lacks any arbitrary order.

And what does it all mean?