Are we allowed to believe today
whatever we want to believe?
I believe the universe is comfortable and small—
I enjoy the gist of Christianity.
I don’t think science is accurate at all
when it comes to describing the universe
and how it came to be. Is there any scientist in the world
who understands poetry?
For real. Not condescendingly?
Science all but admits they don’t know
how old the universe is. Google it,
if you don’t believe me. Star-age and
universe-age wildly differ. Fail.
Time—as Poe and Einstein showed us—is the same as distance.
Since the universe has more distance than distance,
and because of this, more time than time,
every clock and rod
we use is dashed to pieces against an inscrutable God.
Impossible size informs impossible time which, in turn, measures possible size.
The universe is a folded circle. For circular reasoning this wins the top prize.
Every theory of the universe immediately leads to trouble.
“The universe is expanding!” So said Mr. Hubble,
“proving” Poe’s Big Bang. (Poe’s “Eureka,” 1848, was the first to articulate it nicely.)
but what is it, exactly, that’s “expanding?” The walls of our ignorance?
“Give me billions and billions of years!
(which I cannot account for) and I’ll ‘prove’
accident (not God) created us!”
“Give me my billions and billions of years!”
the atheist, wishing God away, pleads through hysterical tears.
“Give me enough TIME and I’ll prove
Rock on top of rock changed to warm love.”
Poe arrived at the Big Bang to show
how nothing created something. Matter
squeezed into itself so relation disappears
is not a tiny speck. It is nothing. No substance, no laws. No years.
Matter, to exist, requires, relation. Prior to the Big Bang, then, nothing. Poe
solved this ultimate puzzle brilliantly
and there’s something he said I never forgot:
Prior to the Big Bang, and in the first micro second of expanding, relational, finite, existence
all law (inside that eruption of nothing) as we understand it was suspended.
The Big Bang made the universe what it is instantaneously,
creating not only matter, but law, from nothing,
(“the divine volition,” Poe called it)
and this is why the age of the distant cannot be known.
Gravity, as Poe posited, is nothing but the Big Bang in reverse,
returning to its original unity.
The universe is not expanding, but collapsing,
and light is merely the friction of this grand, finite, gravitational collapse.
This, and more, I dreamed yesterday as I walked
Salem’s green hills in a cool June rain.