For one reason or another, you find yourself spinning
through the miles-long circumference of the Large Hadron
Collider. How you got here does not matter. What does matter
is that, due to the nature of the Large Hadron Collider, you will
inevitably crash into the integral particles of all things.

You take a moment to decide how to react:

Panic, attempt escape, avoid your destiny and go visit Dortmund
and Geneva and all the other pretty places your current circumstance
is situated beneath?

Or, accept your fate with calm understanding; your concept of
autonomy and individuality is miserably flawed. You have been and
always will be a tiny element of a greater whole, a capillary in an endless
Benoit Mandelbrot fractal.

While considering your course of action, you come into contact with
what can only be the Higgs Boson. You and he fall immediately in love,
collide, and send the whole universe tumbling into oblivion, the offspring of your
sexual intermingling a huge black hole.

The universe is swallowed up into the tiniest pin-prick of a star, which
waits patiently for the day when it will explode into massive wholeness,
and everything will repeat itself ad infinitum.

12/15/2010

Author's Note: From the series "It Was a Monster Big River Down There."

Posted on 12/15/2010
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