We all live amongst the cosmos, the continuous marvel baffling us from as far as our technology can span. Every piece piece of this majestic puzzle strung together through every bit of existing matter. It comprises everything around us; everything, a term so broad in definition. A word improper for such a tremendous plane. The universe contains all we know; from our sun to the planets, star stuff, matter, energy, nebula's and all the galaxies peppered in between. But what is it? What does it all me? What is time? What is all we know? What IS the universe?
"Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour, That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned, A sun that is the source of all our power. The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see Are moving at a million miles a day In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour, Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'. Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars. It's a hundred thousand light years side to side. It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick, But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide. We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point. We go 'round every two hundred million years, And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions In this amazing and expanding universe. The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding In all of the directions it can whizz As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know, Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is. So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure, How amazingly unlikely is your birth, And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space, 'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth. "
Hmm universe all of it is ever evolving sacrifice alter to the gods, all matter and life is within the circle of blessed energy flow feeding on its self, all emptiness dies in its wake yet something bigger grows in its place complexity the predator of simplicity. Some time in to the future there shell be an enlightened one that will emerge from this circle with all the memory of its morphing from the very big bang to the sentient being form and he shall marvel at all the inanimate valence and then death that paved the evolutionary steps which led to its existence. Will he ever ask why does the universe exists what does it mean? Why should he its obvious the meaning of the universe was and is to create us the gods of our own heads.
