Hawkings Paradox

“Another game?” “Yes, I think so but let’s change the rules. What if we create some holes in the game, three or four perhaps with parallel endings?” “Yes, I think that would be fun.” Who predetermines the rules? What if you step over a crack in the sidewalk, And the rules become inverted Finding you are younger than when You walked out the door in the morning?. Unable to remember exactly where you are At this moment. Unnerving. Like a giant Pinball game, worlds flicker from one Universe to another, bouncing off Each other into the vast chaos Of empty space-time. A troubling thought When everything has to be so ordered. Measured to an infinite set of Rational equations that spin themselves Out to the edges of galaxies seen from a million Light years. Stretched taut across the sky, and Still we expand the search. What if there are monsters and jesters sulking About the universe? Existing on parallel planes Where we play out endings for their Amusement. They move us like chess pieces On a game board, further into the Blackened heavens, expanding outwards and Beyond to what we comprehend as our Very existence. Game pieces moved Against a clock as we wander the Night sky to the back streets of the universe Asking is there anyone out there? Always the same questions, Always with different answers. How far is far enough? Perhaps we are Moving on a river, afloat in endless space. Travelers searching for the shoreline And a place that seems vaguely familiar, trying to Recall where we were a few moments ago. Anything is possible. What if the journey Takes forever? And we find ourselves standing At the abyss of space being sucked into One of the game’s black holes, Able to view our beginning in our end. A tiny speckle of an atom floating alone In nothingness. All we have ever known Is reconstituted in the spinning hole, Billions of thoughts wallpapered; nothing Ever lost. We speculate, conjuring up theories With eloquent additions and subtractions, and all We can do is hope for the best. A game played Over and over, with no rules, no winner. Hawking’s Paradox.