i knew it was dangerous, but i had to do it. well, it was more like i wanted to do it out of sheer boredom. all i needed was an infinitely dense point of matter, a good pair of earplugs, goggles and a detonator and... voila! i wish i'd come up with the idea of a video camera by then, because people would have paid a fortune to admire this spectacle. energy transforming into matter, matter flying through space at unbelievable speed and particles forming randomly. quarks, protons, neutrons, electrons all dancing in a cosmic soup, completely unorganised and unwillingly beautiful.
after what would have seemed an eternity to outsiders, things were coming into shape: nebulae, galaxies, stars, planets… billions of them all; chaos turning onto something governed by science – i couldn’t be more proud of myself! all i needed afterwards was someone to admire it, to look at stars at night and marvel at their beauty and imagine what they hosted. all i needed was a little bit of clay to shape the first man to call me “dad”.
after what would have seemed an eternity to outsiders, things were coming into shape: nebulae, galaxies, stars, planets… billions of them all; chaos turning onto something governed by science – i couldn’t be more proud of myself! all i needed afterwards was someone to admire it, to look at stars at night and marvel at their beauty and imagine what they hosted. all i needed was a little bit of clay to shape the first man to call me “dad”.
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