So if you find yourself thinking some time, how it is you exactly got here. The sheer mathematical improbability of you actually being there right now is so problematic and mind-boggling small that it's a little wonder the only answer a computer ever gave was 42. As usual the most simple of notions fleet away before our very eyes, tricks of Mercury's wings. Messages of the ones whose names we've forgotten sometimes fall right at our very feet and humanity smacks it's collective forehead. Think how long we had wire, but no wire hangers to hang our clothes on.

The universe as we know it today in our simple monkey way is that of something infinitely big and grand. But in all other sciences there is always a yin to the yang. Electricity has it's magnetism, the negative attraction its positive counterpart, and of course woman has man. So what could be the counterpart to this daunting and taunting cosmos that was, is, and shall be.

While my first inclination was that one day we would find the polar of black holes. To this nadar of ultimate and complete destruction in our relative point of view, one day our cleverest of sapiens will find a zenith where the new dust is created. Who knows, maybe Hinduism was on to something. Now I think the ultimate expanse is the direct inverse of me currently writing this, and a function less (at least) of you reading it. See every time an event occurs, there was also a chance of it not happening. For every beer you almost knocked over, in another timeline you doused the ladies from head to tow. These splits splinter for every event for everything, from the wind blowing this paper out of your hand, to a butterfly's wings starting the next El Nino, to the divine patterns left in the sand by the ebbing tide.

So the next time you are staring at that night sky pondering the billions and billions of stars, thank the next shooting one you just are.