Topic: Happy Birthday, TORGO! | |
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This makes me think: Why do they count the Big Bang as the birth of our universe? I think that date ought to be nine months AFTER the big bang. But what do I know about inter-galactic gyneacology. Our whole universe was in a hot, dense state Then nearly 14 billion years ago expansion started - Wait! The Earth began to cool The autotrophs began to drool Neanderthals developed tools We built the Wall We built the pyramids Math, Science, History Unraveling the mystery That all started with a big bang. Bang! |
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Edited by
wux
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Thu 04/07/11 10:09 AM
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Our whole universe was in a hot, dense state Then nearly 14 billion years ago expansion started - Wait! The Earth began to cool The autotrophs began to drool Neanderthals developed tools We built the Wall We built the pyramids Math, Science, History Unraveling the mystery That all started with a big bang. Bang! A rather pointless poem that pounds a topic already beaten to death When the explosion occurred, At the time of the first original sin and virtue, Time itself embraced space And matter was the fruit of their marriage. The youth of time united with fertile matter And together they defined space, Their child and goddess. Blinding white light filled the existence. Space gave birth to earthy matter, That shot into all directions With stupefying speed Time helped it transform to new from the old. The threesome revelled in natural laws Their spinning, swelling and heat Just kept them in their natural bliss Which manifests still in tiny creatures. The tiny creatures: People, goats and amoebae, Formed on cooled bodies While the inside of stars and black holes Were fiercely hot, like singeing love poetry of black hoes. All along, matter was cooling; It gave its heat out. Its energy, in tiny packets, Went far-far away. The parts heated up, but lost the heat To the great beyond And there was nothing to replace it. Matter was flattening and thinning. The system was cold now, beyond revival The slumbering electrons fell into protons And the tiny worlds kept tinying And the thinning created darkness. Eventually there was nothing left, But distant, tiny packets of dark space. The dust and the cold black holes Went into a deep, slumbering sleep. Time has no end; its greatest virtue Is patience. It can outwait anything. So little surprise that if matter’s Infinite, like space, Then the expanding universes would Collide at the edges. Cold collisions they are, no loud bang, No dust, no thunder, no light. The material of the cold dust and Forgotten black holes, Would slowly converge. And more would join. Again, big, massive matter-clusters Would form And they are cold, still, and quiet. Not a mouse stirs. But ha! The photons of long-ago Expired universes would fall upon These walnut-size dense universes And feed each with energy. How fast did the energy come? Maybe a Photon a year, maybe none, maybe Tera-giga-billions a millisecond. Time’s virtue is patience. And the matter would move within itself And it would slowly come to life And in itself the crucible of love and hate of hot and cold of protons and electrons of positives and negatives of actions and reactions Would generate itself. Protons and electrons, now armed with Energy, as if with emotions and wants, Would define the seed. This seed would get restless, ready to sprout, It would throw itself apart! It would Spew a spark, filled with lewd love, with hot hate. A new birth by maculate conception. The Original sin-virtue of matter, time and space. 2007 December 31 |
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this is obviously suppose to say am instead of pm.
moderators; fix that error. something's wrong with your site. this is the only happy birthday that really counts. you can thank my ocd for that. (: happyyyyyyyyy birthday torgo. bananas shall be falling from the sky soon. I'm catapulting them to you. |
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this is obviously suppose to say am instead of pm. moderators; fix that error. something's wrong with your site. this is the only happy birthday that really counts. you can thank my ocd for that. (: happyyyyyyyyy birthday torgo. bananas shall be falling from the sky soon. I'm catapulting them to you. I would like it if you could please catapult an amount of the converse to a banana to me on my birthday, to rain on me from the skies. I can't actually name the thing, it'd be too rude. Starts with a c that sounds like a k. Four letters, and surprise, it's a four letter word in all aspects. |
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Where do you get these pictures from, Red?
My only potential and appropriate b-day present would be a record, "Brain Salad Surgery", by Emerson, Lake and Palmer. |
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Where do you get these pictures from, Red? Google. :) |
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this is obviously suppose to say am instead of pm. moderators; fix that error. something's wrong with your site. this is the only happy birthday that really counts. you can thank my ocd for that. (: happyyyyyyyyy birthday torgo. bananas shall be falling from the sky soon. I'm catapulting them to you. Thanks, B! Somewhere in the world it was 12:02AM |
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Happy Birthday Torgo
Sorry I'm late |
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Happy Birthday Torgo Sorry I'm late Nope, you're right on time! Today's me B-day! Thanks, Romeo!! |
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Happy Birthday Torgo Sorry I'm late Nope, you're right on time! Today's me B-day! Thanks, Romeo!! Cool! good timing then! Enjoy your day Bro! |
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Thanks, B! Somewhere in the world it was 12:02AM good point. you're welcome. :D |
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Happy Birthday!!!!
Love Tammy |
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Heeeey, welcome back, Tammy. :)
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Edited by
red_lace
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Thu 04/07/11 12:44 PM
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Happy Birthday!!!! Love Tammy Thanks, Tammy!!!! |
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Happy Birthday Torgo Sorry I'm late Nope, you're right on time! Today's me B-day! Thanks, Romeo!! Cool! good timing then! Enjoy your day Bro! I am! |
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