Perhaps, before the Big Bang, there was some matter which was so far afield that it did not condense into the singularity—a piece of dust perhaps that was floating in the far reaches of the universe. And perhaps this little piece of space dust is still floating, unchanged since before the “beginning.” Perhaps it is about to land in my tea, this incomparably ancient piece of matter, completely unaware that I am about to take a drink, and transmute it into a form that for trillions of eons, it has never taken.
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