There is a part of me that is always aware that something could be lurking beyond our view. Space after all is constantly in motion. What if that motion is about the movement of space toward a big old hoedown of sorts? Or maybe a late night get together after work at the local pub? What if space is really a big ole biker bar? I mean they do sort of look like billiard balls, right?
What if space is a huge billiard hall filled with felt covered tables and biker gods that play for high stakes?
Would you really like to hear what they are talking about? And, what would happen if your old TV antenna were to become the cell tower for conversations with the celestial Minnesota Fats & Co?
Or maybe you realize that the Moon is really just a huge plasma screen that is showing feature films after you are asleep.
I guess it is reassuring that there is always an escape hatch … you know, the black hole.