The Fabric of the Universe

Dear Void,

How did we get here? How was our world formed? How did we, the creatures of being, get here? Please tell us dear void. We need to know. Tell us the story of our blanket.

Sincerely,

The Inhabitants of Earth

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Dear Inhabitants of Earth,

Looking around, you can’t see it, but you can feel it. It’s invisible, but it’s always there. The universe is a tightly woven blanket of time, space, and the dimensions of the universe. Every single one of you is gently cradled in this blanket, with The Mother Earth as your manger. The manger rocked back and forth with each passing day, holding you closer and closer into your never ending blanket. Your blanket is as old as time itself, first appearing as an infinitely small spool of yarn. Suddenly, your spool became unraveled into a sharp burst of light, scattering yarn all across the void of nothingness. The yarn was a flaming fabric of nothing, and it continued to stay that way. Out of the void came five unnamed spindles that wove the yarn into usable threads. The threads snake in and out of the unnamed spindles, starting to take form. The void whispers the five names, for each spindle produces a different thread of darkness. These threads became known as length, width, height, space, and time. Then yet again from the void, a hook was formed. The mysterious hook wrapped around the freshly twisted thread of darkness. The thread of darkness looped through itself three times around the hook of mystery, forming a knot. This knot is the center of your blanket. This starts the clock on time for your blanket. Sprouting from the void is an unknown hand. The hand pulls the five threads around, circling the knot of darkness. The diameter grows as the hand picks up pace, in the beautiful cycle. Void to spindle to hook to hand. This process never ends, starting with that very first knot. Your blanket is forever expanding. Void to spindle to hook to hand. Void to spindle to hook to hand. Void to spindle to hook to hand. The void grows another unnamed spindle. Instead of the thread of dark, this one weaves a blinding golden thread. Another hand and hook emerges after the spindle. The hand and hook turn the threads into beads. Little beads of gold roll aimlessly. Out of the void arrives a cold shiver that can be felt by all. The beads stop rolling and take their places. They roll around into little clusters. The clusters, even though you can barely see, are pulling down at the blanket, making a nonzero rift. A shrill voice whispers the word. This force will be called gravity. Another spindle assembles from the abyss. From this unnamed spindle, the threads of darkness are converted to vibrant colors. The colors are so extravagant, that your human mind is not capable of understanding them. The spindle cuts the threads at random, sending vibrant colored thread across the ever expanding blanket. This force of gravity pulls the vibrant thread through the beads, knotting around each one. The beads are now attached to the threads of color. The force of gravity pulls the threads into spirals and blobs and clusters. The shrill voice shivvers out the name. Galaxies. Zooming into the blanket, you peer into one of the galaxies. This one is a glowing cluster of threads pulled together into a spiral. This place is a battleground. Glowing threads are shooting out in every direction fighting against gravity. Beads are colliding from the rouge strings. After each collision, gold dust puffs into the mixture. The strings from the inferno are fighting a fierce battle, but they ultimately surrender to the greater gravity. The newly formed gold dust collects in the center, with the beaded strings on the flanks. The spiral spins across the surface of your blanket. The blanket no longer lays flat, but is now curved inward where the galaxy is. The gold dust pieces seem to get heavier and more dense as they pull to the center. They stretch against the fabric of your blanket. They keep condensing until they tear your blanket. The blanket just couldn’t hold something that dense anymore. The hole of your blanket is so strong, it sucks in anything that gets close to it. The void whispers a name. Black hole. A portal to the chasm. Panning over to one of the arms of your galaxy, something prodigious is happening. One of your gold beads is sitting on your blanket, making a small indent. Fragments of the gold dust are rolling towards it on the uneven surface of your blanket. They slowly circle around the gold bead, each at a different distance from the gold bead. The special force of gravity pulls the clumps of dust into a rounded sphere. Slowly, there are eight beads orbiting the large gold bead, while spinning at the same time.

The bead closest to the gold bead fades out into a small grey bead. It heats up to boiling temperatures while facing the gold bead, but freezes the opposite way. It rolls around the gold bead really fast, but spins very slow. The void whispers a name. The messenger. The bead will be known as Mercury.

The next bead glows a bright orange hue. This bead heats up even more than the first one, and spins even slower. Puffs of thread cover the outside of this bead, creating smokey, acidic clouds. A hand reaches in and flicks the bead, making it spin the opposite way. The threads carve letters in it’s clouds. The lover. The bead will be known as Venus.

The next bead is only a little bit bigger than the previous one. It’s an ugly shade of brown and red. It’s a perfect distance from the golden bead, but you could never tell. The void remains silent.

The next bead is smaller than the previous. It glows a blood red, despite the cold. Crisp threads form at the bead’s poles, chanting a word. Ice. This one spins at about the same speed as the previous one, creating a harsh shrill. The warrior. This bead will be known as Mars.

The next one is the biggest bead, second only to the golden one. Gaseous threads of many shades coat the bead, increasing its size even more. A thread of red collects in the southern hemisphere of the bead, creating a red dot in the midst of the bead’s swirling clouds. This bead, unlike the others, spins very fast, but moves slowly. The storm cracks a name. The thunderer. The bead will be called Jupiter.

The next bead is surrounded by layers of angelic threads that form rings. The rings spin around the beautiful big bead. They appear to be timeless. The timeshaker. This bead will be known as Saturn.

A beautiful light blue hue sheets the seventh bead. The hand reaches over and knocks the bead over to its side, and pinches a piece into a tiny ring. The ring utters a name. The floater. The bead will be known as Uranus.

The eighth and final bead is a darker shade of blue. Threads quiver around the bead forming blue storm clouds. The clouds express a phrase. The quaker. This bead is now Neptune.

Zooming out, these stunning beads orbit the spacious golden bead. However, you are not done. The third bead is changing. You will witness a truly enchanting event. You watch in awe as one second turns into a million years. This bead changes into a luminous shade of blue. Small brown specks collide, forming larger brown and green chunks. Millions of years pass by with a single deep breath. This bead forms movement caused by tightly woven threads of all kinds. A magical word exposes itself from the depths of the void. Life. A truly unique gift. From the lips of life is a name. The mother. This bead will be known as Earth. You zoom back out and look at the blanket again as a whole. All of these galaxies have woven themselves into the threads of the blanket. A word is whispered, but you miss it. All you hear is verse. A chant follows, singing the two words. Uni. Multi. Uni. Multi. You pause. Are there other blankets out there, even though yours goes on forever? You pan through galaxy after galaxy, but your vision foggs. Is there other life on the blanket? Other Mothers? You never can tell. These secrets are kept guarded in the abyss.

You look up with another realization. You have been in a mirror the whole time, watching the blanket be created. The mirror acts as a portal through the thread of time, allowing you to witness the astonishing creation. You are with the mother Earth, searching the heavens for the answers. Many others do the same, but the mirror is limited. Only those who are willing to accept that the mirror does not hold every answer are the ones that can truly see it. You take a deep breath. You lay in bed in the dark of night. If you squint hard enough, you can see the other beads. The messenger, the lover, the warrior, the thunderer, the timeshaker, the floater, and the quaker. Other bright golden beads are also visible, but only by a twinkle. There is so much about the blanket that no one will ever know. You tuck in bed, close your eyes, and drift to sleep, knowing that the fabric of the universe will forever blanket your world.

Best Wishes,

The Void