What if...

What if the universe is nothing more then the rapid expansion of a supernova, the galaxies we see are nothing more then clumps of atomic matter, the planets molecules, life the result of atoms being blasted out from the inside of a star?  Just as a supernova collapses the universe must also collapse at some point. 

The fact is that we now have dark matter, dark energy to contend with, the expansion is not only real but increasing.  Seemingly with out explanation.  I contend that black holes are like the drain on your laundry tube.  That they (like your drain) will take in as much material as they can and every once and a while we will see the drain get over come with material, thus producing eminence jets of energy, in your drain you see it as a burp of water backing up. 

While the energy emitted from a burping black hole is on a grand scale the amount of energy that is never seen again is so much more grand.  I think this energy, material is providing the seeds for other universes on the other side of that black hole. The dark energy that is causing our universe to expand at in creasing rates is the vacuum of space increasing because the black hole is like a giant drain, the suction of material passing through it is doing so at an increasing rate thus expanding the universe in an ever increasing rate. 

There will come a time when this energy will dissipate and our universe will cease to expand, there will be no more dark energy, there will be no more food for the black holes to use.  Our universe will then collapse back onto itself or should I say into itself.  It will collapse just as a star does, our entire universe crushed to the size of our own sun. 

Food for thought!

Life under the glistening tree

Life under the glistening tree,
is a place meant for you and me,
it is where we laid on the blanket by the sea,
when birds flew against a blue sky that we could see.

Things are less defined now that time has gone,
the thing we were sure of, the things we desired,
are but a memory under the glistening tree.

There was a time when the universe carried us along,
now we sit alone singing different songs,
memories of the glistening tree are proud,
though our real lives have gotten lost in the crowd.

Turmoil was once not thought of under our tree,
those were the days when I would have taken a knee,
to have known you as I thought I did,
would have been a blue sky under the glistening tree.

Years later the tree has dimmed,
thoughts still linger in my mind,
but my feelings have turned grim,
under the glistening tree my voice was strong and true,
now it crumbles as sure as the sky is blue.

Sitting under the glistening tree,
we see a life by the wide open sea,
one that opens heart and mind,
though now I have left it all behind,
sitting under the glistening tree.