This is a foma that I sometimes tell myself.

Some are cursed with unhappiness because the universe knows we would be too powerful without it.

This is a foma that I sometimes tell myself.

Through many long hours of intoxication I have seen a balance in the universe. Or, if you would prefer, a pattern. I have long believed that the universe continues infinitely, fractally, in direction of scale. There is always something bigger, and there is always something smaller. But in each of these proportional slices, each exponentially smaller or larger than the last, you notice the same tendancy that I have. No matter how small or big you get, change is simply a matter of making contact. This universe is, in every sense, matter being flung around by many cosmic forces, most of which are far beyond my own conception. But sometimes, as if by chance, or by the least a moment  where the universe’s flow could not be found perfect, a tiny kink forms in the perfectly flat surface. And change occurs.

Take, for example, the social mechanic of romance. This something I would usually prefer to discuss over theoretical physics, though I am about as equally as unqualified in both. From what I observe, through my daily life, people move like particles. They stay close with the ones they have bonded with, and stay as far away from the others as the space allows. Sometimes two of these particles collide, sometimes do a little dance, and sometimes, they fuse. Or, at least, they remain together as long as the atoms in their bodies are mutually attracted.

In space, planets circle one another, attracted but seldom do they meet. Fortunate, for if they were to collide, they may both be destroyed. The best that two or more planets can hope for is a close orbit, like that if the earth and the moon. At the very least, an orbit within the farthest reach, like that of our sun and the theoretical “Planet 9”.

Beyond that, there are rogue stars, and rogue planets, too destructive or weak to keep anything near for long.

Maybe this is all coincidence. Maybe the many forces that govern reality are simply that: many. Too many to list and too many to comprehend. Maybe the smallest changes in the smallest units of our universe, infinitesimal beyond our measure, echo through space, making changes on a great scale. I guess we’ll never know. Maybe someone will though, someone far away in space and time.