Love's a Cosmic Game

There are galaxies chasing after galaxies in the infinite sky. According to scientists, they will roam the farthest corners of the universe until the day they wane and die.

How so?

I know a thing or two about time and space. I know they like to play, and sure, they love to race.

Last night, my favorite star even told me that love’s a cosmic game we all get to share, we all get to play.

But to astronomers, you and I are a “science paradox.” For years, they vainly discussed why we keep moving away from all sight. So, to solve the mystery once and for all, they decided to build a satellite that was faster-than-light.

They all looked heavenward on the day they launched the satellite into space, determination etched on their faces.

In the years that followed, fourteen billion eyes tracked us across nebulas, amidst novae and supernovae, through meteoric swarms and into the darkest wormholes.

I regret to say they lost us somewhere near Alpha Centauri; the satellite just stopped, coughed a couple of times, then turned on its feet and returned.

For as fast as that satellite raced, it knew nothing of the folding of time and space. Throughout the immense universe, there are many hidden corners for runaway lovers.

And somewhere unknown, I am sure there’s a dimensional niche meant to become our little home. From there, across the nebulas, we will watch the galaxies move away, each seeking a kiss to blow and a sweet word to say.

by Jason R. Forbus