The Return of Scientific Theory

Oaths written between bed sheets and told through pressed foreheads don’t belong to you anymore, they’ve always belonged to me.

The Return of Scientific Theory (circa Sept. 2022)

Human beings are made out of stardust —

Nearly all the elements of the human body were made in a star and traveled through several supernovas, perhaps several lifetimes.

That is to say, nearly the entirety of our beings was forged in the fires of stars.

The particles of our bodies came into existence billion of years ago and will continue to exist long after we are gone.

Ashes to ashes — stardust to stardust.

It is commonly believed that our universe sprang into existence in a big bang level event.

This is what I was thinking —

About the way our universe unfolded when you asked why I was crying.

I have carefully practiced not turning everything into metaphors, extracting meaning where there is not.

The moon is just an astronomical body that orbits our planet,

And I’m just a girl straddling you as you shakily roll a cigarette.

All I could do was as continue to kiss you like somehow the act could emesh us,

Restitch the fabric of our souls with the tip of my tongue 

Or unravel our beings with the friction between them.

Perhaps I’d spontaneously combust,

Burst into flames,

Incinerate.

Ashes to ashes — a return to stardust.

If I could return to my original form,

The one that had traveled through supernovas 

Several lifetimes 

Maybe I would find my way back to you.

Even if in this life and all the others we’ve lived — we’ve been starcrossed,

Our stardust will always return.

If this is not of any comfort,

I could theorize we are perhaps a counterfactual. 

All possible worlds are real — and although my reality extends to this universe 

I believe in modal realism.

Where all the other selves, you and I’s, — us’s — inhabit different possible worlds.

Are also apart of myself — modal parts.

That is to say,

Somewhere in the multiverse we are in love.

Somewhere in the multiverse we are intertwined and the fabric of our souls never separated.

There was no big bang. 

If this is still of no comfort to you,

Remember Einstein’s uncertainty principle.

Nothing can be something 

And nothing can be sure.