What if there have been trillions of big bangs? Why assume there has only ever been the one. Birth and growth in infinite number before entropy claims it all back again. Order to chaos is after all a universal law, and in this there is hope that chance and probability will one day bring us all back here again to the very same place in a slightly different way. Perhaps it already has and that is why the call of the universe cries so loudly in our collective consciousness.

The arrow of time is; uncertain
In the hands of existence; is frail
The 70 years I will live are passing
But the memories may always remain
Until I return to claim them,
My sweet, bitter moments of life
Shaped around my endless infinity
When worlds are again born anew
The arrow of time is; uncertain
Unless it always points to you