As mainstream cosmologists prepare to witness the universe shortly after its birth – when, presumable, its form was markedly different from what we have seen so far in deep space – one wonders if the giant will prove to be immortal after all. Of course, the deeper one peers into a mist the more deceiving what’s seen can be.
Perhaps it is or must be so
As theory states, although, let go
All’s relative when knowledge leads
Consensus forms what science needs
Hubble, bubble, Hoyle and trouble
Steady State no Big Bang double
Eyes that search into the past
Could soon reveal the truth at last
How distant are those objects strange
That taunt us with their wild exchange
And test the limits of our dreams
Or nightmares as it often seems?
Redshift, are you space-time’s motion
Waves on an expanding ocean
Or intrinsic to the source
Which might involve some unknown force?
Is information on its way
That could change our night into day
Release us from Thought’s aged grip
And send it on a one-way trip?