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I imagine

Eric Obame

Life begins at the sub-atomic
Our bodies are made up of billions of cells
Working together to keep us alive
And inside them are atoms
And inside them, sub-atomic particles
Working together, and keeping us alive
And maybe billions of times smaller than the atom
Oscillating strings of various shape and size
Things within things
String Theory states that there is an eleventh dimension
And inside it, an infinite number of universes
I imagine
What if universes are the living beings—the only true life
And we are like sub-atomic particles inside them?
Our planet supports trillions of creatures, perhaps hundreds of trillions
Perhaps more, from single-celled organisms to us
And it is just one of several spinning around the sun
Like electrons circling the nucleus of an atom
But our star is just one of several hundred billion
Going around and around a super-massive black hole
At the Milky Way’s core
So perhaps, it is the electron
And the Milky Way is just one of several hundred billion galaxies
In our cosmos
Maybe they are the cells
The universes, the people
And this eleventh dimension, a Pangaea-like super-continent
I imagine our universe as part of a population—a species of universes
Perhaps, walking, talking, and mating like us
But dying after a googol number of our years
There might be lesser ones, like pets and beasts
Where protons are unstable, for example, and DNA never formed
Or other universes that are more evolved than ours
Where the laws of physics are even more elegant, perhaps even magical
I can only imagine
But then, what would be the purpose of us, if that were true?
What would be the point of us, if life were bigger than us?
What would be the meaning of me?
Is it enough to be just a role player?
Is it okay to be small—to be insignificant, if it somehow benefits the whole?
I imagine
Life begins at the sub-atomic



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