Galactic Fireworks

Finding our long lost energetic cousins

The universe is a good piece of art. Like a song, a fireworks show, or a garden — a great soil field with flowers popping off. In a proper fireworks show, the beginning is just one explosion at a time, then a few together ebbing and flowing like a good song, and then the grand finalé. 

It appears to my neural net that the universe, God, nature, the whole shebang, is a similar deal.

The only planets I have any sense of are Earth and Mars. With my small sample size, I suppose that the grandest planets, solar systems and galaxies are the ones exploding with life. We’ll call those sentient galaxies. Is our partially sentient galaxy on a collision course with another sentient galaxy?

If I, the universe, am 13.7 billion years old and it takes 100 billion years to get to heat death, then I am an adolescent. It’s still early in the show and I would not expect a galactic chord, or firework, to intersect with ano…