Imagine the whole of space and time. Can you comprehend it? It’s infinite. There is no end, no limit to its lengths. Space is everything. We are space, I am and you are. The universe, galaxy, our solar system. Every solar system.
My pen is space. The ink on this page. The molecules that make up the ink, the atoms, nuclei.
Imagine that all of our universe was not so infinitely large, not as significant as we perceive it to be.
Imagine that it was the size of a nucleus, inside an atom.
Imagine that every nucleus was a universe. Every universe was inside of an atom. How many exist? How large do they get?
A universe inside of a universe, inside of a universe. How significant are we really? How big or small are we actually?
Imagine the whole of space and time. Can you comprehend it?
I can’t.
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Morgan Christy Rickards
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By Morgan Christy Rickards5 years ago in Poets
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