PART 40

I’ve been listening to Stephen Hawkings ramble on about the universe lately. I think if introduced… we would be ultimate bros. He seems to have a sense of humor about serious matters and a tendency to be constantly mystified by things greater than himself. I’d like the two of us to rent out a private theater and watch Empire Strikes Back and Solaris and Metropolis and 2001: A Space Odyssey. Afterwards, we could take a long walk through one of Tennessee’s amazing parks and discuss colonizing Mars or if he ACTUALLY believes that there are live organisms existing in the center of massive stars. I’d want to dissect religion and science and man’s need for hope and man’s need for logic. I’d try to get him to make completely terrifying and immensely threatening points about the limitations of our knowledge of existance. I’d sit and wait for his own brilliance to “slip up” and accidentally reveal the answer to all things. On a hillside, like a wide eyed deer, I’d realize that that answer would not come. And the cosmos would be spinning it’s magical circles above my head and I would be laughing… in a lost sort of way. Because Hawkings knows nothing. In comparison to all that could be known; He knows so little. And for a minute I would pity him. And for a minute He would pity me. And we would wish upon a worm hole and all our dreams would not become true. He would still be confined to his broken body and so would I. No signal from space would be decoded into an eloquent hello letter from a distance universe. Mathematics based on large scale entities would still clash with the minuscule. And all we could do is try to revel in the fact that somethings may never be known. Some corners of the galaxy will always remain in the infinite shadow of dark matter. And in his controlled robot voice he would say to me: We might as well get over it and embrace the mystery.