Occasionally I Contemplate Murder 2
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ot only the center of the onion is empty. Practically everything is, our science tells us.
If you look really close at things, there are atoms, of course. But they don't fill up the space, shoulder to shoulder, like an American football team does, right before play-off. Not at all. They are as sparse as the planets around our sun, as the stars in the Milky Way.
They're so far apart that, wherever in this universe you may happen to stand watching, there's never more than one of them looking any larger to your eyes, than the usual dot of white light. Binoculars make no difference - not even the largest telescope.
Dots of white light, forever.
One could say that we don't actually see them - our eyes just register their light. Were the light ever switched off, we'd have no way at all of detecting their existence.
Then we'd really be alone. Just us and our sun and a few neighboring planets, and that would be it.
Maybe it is.
I once had such a theory. This is it:
Perhaps there's just one solar system - ours - and the rest is an optical illusion. I'm not altogether sure, but I think it's possible. At least it's not as absurdly unthinkable as one might at first assume.
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Light, whatever it is, obeys the laws of gravity, we've learned. So, if no other mass existed in the universe, but the one in our sun and its proteges - then the light would have to return.
Our planets move in their different orbs, and the sun, too, behaves a bit irregularly. Given the time it would take a beam of light to turn and return, those small disturbances might very well make the sum of light beams give the impression of a cosmos full of stars.
Yet, it's all mere reflections of the one and only star, which is our sun.
I guess, though, that the most prosperous line of analysis would be to explore, not the very idea, but the reasons behind my interest in it.
Yes, the astronomical perspective is intriguing - for what it probably is, as well as for what it's most definitely not.
Although the combined magnitude of the stars of the universe is impressive, they surely are sparse as police officers in nighttime subway trains, when you consider all the space they have to their disposal.
Think about it! All those distances, presumably impenetrable by anyone and anything but light itself.
This is a universe of loneliness immense.
It's hard, for sure, when your head is hit by a golf ball or you have your car's bumper ram the side of your neighbor's new Mercedes. But a closer look reveals it as being filled with nothing.
Tiny atoms, separated by distances that are quite comparable, relatively, to those in space. Not even in the hardest and heaviest of substances do they have any reason to feel crowded.
Our increasing terminology indicates that the more we search, the less we find. The atom is an emptiness ruled by tensions and attractions yet to be understood.
There's quite a lot, when you take a closer look, yet to be understood. A lot of nothings.
When examined more closely, the universe seems to be a work of side-scenes only. Like the cinema:
Beautiful colors, but nothing behind the screen.
Whoever got the idea of the universe, obviously didn't give it much thought.
We should be very careful, when trying to scrutinize our cosmos. Who knows, if we succeed, if we have a major breakthrough - we might just blow it all.
Like a soap-bubble, when touched by the fingertip of a curious child.
Maybe that is what it's about. To blow it all. The meaning of life.
So, occasionally, I contemplate murder.
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by Stefan Stenudd 2006, 2011
Paperback, 124 pages