Musings on the Big Bang.

By the Bay. Relocated. Clarified. And pondering on the wrongness of the philosophical underpinnings of the Big Bang.

It's our 20/21st Century equivalent of 'the earth is flat'. 'The earth is the center of the universe'. A techno-babble wail that we are mortal, finite and incapable of seeing over the horizon.

But we have extended our boundaries just a bit. A few light-years. We no longer see just a photon but an atom. Now we resolutely declare that there is but one atom in the universe. Our atom. Our very own and proprietary atom. And all of this with a prolonged sigh of relief at our expansive world view. Aren't we amazing?

One cannot take issue with the 'mathematics' that underpin this theory. It's dense and ultimately irrelevant. Within the context of the declarative principle of the theory, that is. The begining of the universe. The start of it all. We can now envision the alpha, and ergo the omega. A finite point in an infinite universe. Our point. Let's copyright it. Find a nice patented logo and make a name for ourselves.

But ...

There was always a yesterday. Always. We can always go one more foot, or light year. There is always a tomorrow. Always. The universe never began. It will never end. We cannot create artificial reefs on which to anchor our inadequacies. It's merely intellectual exercise to curve or bend space if we do so to justify the same narrow centricity that propelled Middle Ages society.

When you begin with such a fundamental flaw as do our sapient fellows - a posteriori confabulation - the Big Bang takes on comic strip proportions. Which is, by the way, the assumed prerogative of our video, pop, two-footed culture. But that's another musing for another day.