Chapter 2
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CHAPTER 2The Big Bang -- matter freeing itself from its timeless existence in singularity, expanding in centrifugal motion, exploding into the new (unheard of) dimensions of time and space -- produced gravity and force fields and interactions that reached far into the cold, empty space, differentiating, clustering into stable states, condensing, condensing, creating conditions for complex systems to form -- temporarily, at least -- that were able to replicate and pass on their acquired sophistication over generations and to accommodate to the hardships of the emptiness around and the hostility of matter not so organized: living, organic matter -- to come to the point: slime molds, baker's yeast, white radishes, purple snails, and angora rabbits -- and some unknown force pushed some of these temporary organic beings ahead of others, creating humans -- violent animals with brains to argue and boss everyone else around -- and specifically, after many trials and errors over thousands of years and after many successes at creating non-Huberts, finally created Hubert Belovski, the one who felt the centrifugal pull (a red-shift within himself) every night when he lay awake in his bed made of wood (dead flesh of his green fellow plants!) and listened to the shrill comforting sounds of the cicadas (living flesh of his antennae-bearing sensitive and sentimental fellow souls!).
And in the grand picture that presented itself to Hubert for a fleeting moment, it seemed odd that he didn't spend every living second rejoicing over the unique path of fate that had brought him into existence. Instead, circumstances had forced him to work, and the particular work he had chosen for himself was to study the swirls, funnels, and maelstroms in which nonorganic but nevertheless fellow matter (air and clouds and dust) preferred to move around in the atmosphere.
A cosmic joke?
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