"I discovered a 'wormhole' that leads to infinity!" I said to a colleague. "Oh, you and your science and science fiction streak... fantasy stuff!" she replied somewhat dryly. "Here, take a sniff!... I said, holding out my left wrist for her to smell. "The scent is actually great," she admitted... When I told her the name of the perfume from which I have a small decant, it was completely unknown to her. And by the way, it was also unknown to ME before the sniff test.
Just in a half-hour lunch break, one could continue to philosophize about scents, their effects, and their associations with often the most absurd ideas. And with "Mr. Vetivert," I indeed gaze into the infinite cosmos, the darkness between brightly shining suns, stars, and galaxies, "dark matter" of dark woods and "earthy" vetivers, into the distant treetops of giant redwoods that grow not only on Earth but also on distant planets. Stars of bright musk and purple violets occasionally interrupt the dark distances with their light. Only to then drift aimlessly like lost stars through the cosmos.
And behind the filaments of the universe... billions of years back in time waits the beginning of everything...
But what was BEFORE the Big Bang? Perhaps another universe that expanded and eventually ended in the "Big Crunch," collapsing into a tiny, invisible point, just darkness (without time and space??) and eventually wanting to "break out" again to become as it is now... And accompanied by this scent, I want to know what lies beyond "black holes"...
Lunch break was over, "everyday life" awaited... end of the workday... it still smells....
Augusto 5 years ago