Now what. I have been creating short articles on space and the cosmos and the beauty and sadness of life, on and off for the past couple of years. I was not particularly inspired during 2021 and eventually realised that inspiration will never arrive and that I should probably just get on with it and start writing again.
What perfect excuse than to relaunch my blog posts with the wild and exciting news that the Big Bang never happened. It seems after all we just are. We are. Nothing started and nothing will end, we are in the cosmos and in order to start again, we will die. We are the only fuel to feed the perpetual motion machine, which is the Universe. It is, because we are. It is because we die. Then what. In a sense it is more intuitive than to try to figure out how something came our of nothing. Why out of seemingly nowhere, a Universe formed out of seemingly nothing. It never did make sense, now that we think about it eh? Although I am convinced it was a tiny smouldering straw religious fundamentalists still tried to hang onto. Why oh why, there cannot be something if someone or Something, did not flip the switch, surely. Well my friend, that is exactly it. The Universe is Endless, and Beginning-less.