The No-Beginning of Forever
“Hey, taxi,” Austino waved.
It pulled over and he was saved.
“My ‘no car’ isn’t working.”
“What’s the problem, parking?”
“It doesn’t work because, wear,
I don’t have one; it’s not there.”
“Where to, maternity?”
“From here to paternity;
I wish to see eternity.”
“Which shall it be, how?
The eternity up to now
That had no beginning bow
It stretching back forever
Or the one yet to come, never,
That will ever go on toward infinity?”
“The road to antiquity.”
“Good choice, for what we are now—our yore,
Is made of all that which came before,
Plus, the future of the universe
Isn’t what it used to be.”
“OK, Yogi. Can we get to either one?”
“No, for no matter how time we pour,
Either fore or aft, to beyond or before,
We’d still have an infinite way to explore.”
“Know any good short cuts?”
“Yes, the dark avenue of Possibility;
It’s back at the always beginning.”
“There was a beginning?”
“Yes, but only of the universe.”
But not of its cause, itself, we reach,
For no causes can be beneath….”
“…Or causes would be ever regressed.”
“There can’t be real stuff around
That is already defined, with no ground,
With the properties of its nature
Such as its size, shape, durability,
Amount, capabilities and so forth,
Without ever having had any definition.”
“What if the real stuff was eternal,
And not of anything maternally paternal,
Being unbreakable—
And therefore unmakable?”
“Still, what defined its nature
And its amount and all that’s sure”?
“Yeah.”
“So, our actual cannot be defined
Without ever having been defined.”
“That’s a relief; a basis, a ‘plan’;
Otherwise, all never began.
Things could never be made
Before they were ever made.
How long will it take to get there?”
“Well, relatively speaking,
It’s only a small parenthesis
Of an ‘eternity’ away, a trifle,
But a trillion**trillion years ago.”
“We need a better shortcut.”
“We’ll travel through the wormhole
That is at the center of the galaxy!”
“Sounds dangerous, for there’s said
To be a black hole there, glowing red.”
“Yes, there is.”
“Some wonder if the egg
Of this black hole was pegged
Before the chicken of the galaxy
Or vice-versa.”
“Well, on a previous row
Out into space, long ago,
I noted that in the past times
That the galaxies were 30 times
More massive than their black holes,
While present-day galaxies whole
Are 1,000 times heavier told.”
“So, those holes in the past
Were still growing, to last;
Thus, the black hole came first.”
“Yes, although I can’t imagine, wacky,
How a black hole could build a galaxy,
For one would think that it would tear it apart.”
“Yet another mystery tolled.
So, what is in a black hole?”
“Nothing, or rather a lack of space.”
“Oh, wow, how does that work?”
“Since the speed of light,
Which is normally ‘c’,
Is zero in a black hole,
There is nothing happening there
At all and so there is nothing there.”
“So, it is a hole in the fabric of space?”
“Yes, so then we can zip right through it.”
“No thanks. I don’t trust black holes.
They gobble up whole stars like coal.
How else can we get to the beginnity,
This so-called land of possibility?”
“We can travel faster, though it’s ever nearby,
For there are no speed limits around that ‘place’;
In fact, there are no laws of any kind there,
For what could have established all,
The laws before creation of the laws?”
“Indeed, it’s a place where anything goes.”
“Yes. Or you could think of it
As where every possible law exists,
As well as not any that exist.”
“Yes, Everything sums to Nothing.”
“True. And neither,
By the same reasoning,
Does it have any form.”
“It would have to be formless
Since what it does is make form.”
“Now you’re getting it.”
“No time there either—It’s all at once,
For there are no forms to move about.”
“Yes, this Possibility just is,
It never having been created.”
“But it would need time even to create time!”
“Nope, all was/is done in an instant.”
“So, Possibility is an all-at-once
Superpositional thing like that sum
We see is the nature of the quantum?”
“Yes, and once it makes the all,
Then there’s time, form, and laws.”
“Is it a Great Mind?”
“No, for a mind is an established
Complexity of parts that compose it.”
“How did Possibility think then?”
“It was like Yoda said: ‘No think, just do.”
“OK, Yoda, what did it do then?”
“It did everything plain,
For it was unconstrained.”
“It took every possible path all at once?”
“Yes, and our universe was one
Of those paths that worked out,
As it kept on evolving longer.”
“And the other paths?”
“Perhaps some were flops
And perhaps some others made it,
But here we are, now stuck in traffic.”
“What? How come?”
“They made a pedestrian mall
Of Broadway. How to get around it?”
“But is the only diagonal street in Manhattan.”
“Yes, but it kind of keeps coming after us
As fast as we try to get around it.”
“Can we take another shortcut?”
“We’ll take the Lincoln Tunnel into New Jersey.”
“The wormhole?”
“Now, is that any way to talk about New Jersey?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, ain’t it the truth.”
They skipped the Lincoln Tunnel
And found another funnel
Back to the beginning of forever.
It had this sign in front of it ever:
Neither Nothing nor infinity can be,
As Nothing is not there and so ‘it’ cannot be,
And infinity can never be reached,
Being a hopeless sequence never completed.
Something real had to be, but not forever so;
Thus, there was was creation of things that grow,
Via the ‘something’ of no laws, form, time or fee—
That which needs nothing before it: Possibility.
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