There is no Bing Bang: Nothingness, the Universe and Her.
Para sentirnos vacíos, en algún momento debimos haber tenido algo… Ese algo ha sido víctima de la relatividad absoluta y del encuentro tecnológico entre la realidad y las antiguas teorías del amor. Aquellas historias de un: "...Vivieron felices para siempre" se encuentran entre nebulosas densas de muchos años luz llenas de una gran cantidad de "¿Qué hubiera pasado sí?"
Según personas muy inteligentes, el universo no tiene principio ni fin y puede ser tanto el todo naciendo de la nada como la nada misma en su más pura escencia... Tal como esta historia de amor que nunca fue.
To feel empty, at some point we must have had something... That something has fallen victim to absolute relativity and the technological encounter between reality and the ancient theories of love. Those stories of a: "...They lived happily ever after" are found among dense nebulae of many light years filled with a lot of "What if?"
According to brilliant people, the universe has no beginning and no end and can be both everything being born out of nothing and nothingness itself in its purest essence... Just like this love story that never was.
El universo no tiene centro ni un origen totalmente descubierto, pero al menos en mi historia aun recuerdo su nacimiento. Entre saltos y lloviznas cósmicas la conocí, vestía estrellas entrelazadas en su cabello dorado, su blanca piel en compañía de su sonrisa y su mirada estacional eran un espectáculo del cual nunca me sentía digno pero en el cual me gustaba estar como un fiel observador del espacio exterior, tan ajeno a ella pero tan cómplice a la vez.
Los ciclos giraban a destiempo pero de forma hermosa cada vez que me tocaba escucharla, era como sentir en el silencio espacial algo de brisa estelar refrescando cualquier mal día en la vida terrestre. Conspirar con el espacio tiempo para poder coincidir con su presencia era un placer. Es así como me convertí en un amante de los momentos fugaces que la atraían hasta mi ventana y detractor confeso de los amaneceres que la alejaban hacia otro hemisferio.
The universe has no center and no fully discovered origin, but at least in my story I still remember its birth. Between jumps and cosmic drizzles I met her, she wore stars intertwined in her golden hair, her white skin in the company of her smile and her seasonal gaze were a spectacle of which I never felt worthy but in which I liked to be as a faithful observer of outer space, so alien to her but so complicit at the same time.
The cycles spun out of time but beautifully every time it was my turn to listen to it, it was like feeling in space silence some stellar breeze refreshing any bad day in terrestrial life. Conspiring with space-time to coincide with her presence was a pleasure. That is how I became a lover of the fleeting moments that attracted her to my window and a self-confessed detractor of the dawns that took her away to another hemisphere.
Todo sucede desde la nada y nada es lo que se sintió en mi corazón cuando desperté de aquel viaje espacial autoimpuesto. ¿El amor se aleja junto a la expansión del universo, o simplemente soy yo que la siente cada vez más lejos? Cada vez siendo más real y cayendo al suelo toda teoría defendida a capa y espada por mis falsas ilusiones de tomar su mano más allá de las galaxias.
Esa falsa sensación de seguridad en manos de otra persona, ahora me aterra, no sentirme capaz de sostenerme en órbita sin la fuerza de atracción de otra persona es algo perturbador desde cierto punto de vista, pero ahí estaba: Siendo satélite de migajas de amor en forma de cinturón de asteroides, como trozos de aquellas historias fallidas de felicidad en las que tanto solía creer.
Everything happens from nothing and nothing is what it felt like in my heart when I woke up from that self-imposed space trip. Is love drifting away along with the expansion of the universe, or is it just me feeling her farther and farther away? It's becoming more and more accurate and falling to the ground every theory defended tooth and nail by my false illusions of holding her hand beyond the galaxies.
That false sense of security in the hands of another person, now terrifies me, not feeling able to hold myself in orbit without the force of attraction of another person is something disturbing from a certain point of view, but there I was: Being a satellite of crumbs of love in the form of an asteroid belt, like pieces of those failed stories of happiness in which I used to believe so much.
Es difícil no dudar de nuestra existencia ante las imágenes del presente al que le queremos huir, ese estado de negación al que nos sometemos solo por el miedo a sentirnos solos o incómodos.
Hoy le huyo a su recuerdo pero se que su órbita volverá a coincidir con mi mirada en alguna cuenta de números que formen días o años, entre eternidades y la realidad que nos aleja de aquella teoría del big bang.
It is assumed that nothing existed before the big bang, that she was the savior of love failures, that Pandora without chaos in her music box... But we all have our dark lunar side and we live our own battles with their victories and defeats, we live in the utopia of a false search for perfection while we spiral around, again and again, sometimes moving away and sometimes being in the same place watching everything spinning.
It is difficult not to doubt our existence before the images of the present to which we want to flee, that state of denial to which we submit ourselves only for fear of feeling alone or uncomfortable.
Today I run away from his memory but I know that his orbit will coincide again with my gaze in some count of numbers that form days or years, between eternities and the reality that distances us from that big bang theory.
The rewards earned on this comment will go directly to the people sharing the post on Twitter as long as they are registered with @poshtoken. Sign up at https://hiveposh.com.
Dear @ohnoesnelson,
May I ask you to review and support the Dev Marketing Proposal (https://peakd.com/me/proposals/232) we presented on Conference Day 1 at HiveFest?
The campaign aims to onboard new application developers to grow our ecosystem. If you missed the presentation, you can watch it on YouTube.
You cast your vote for the proposal on Peakd, Ecency,
Thank you!