The Observable Universe a work in progress

“Imagine a bubble!” he shouts at the audience.

“Imagine I’m surrounded by a bubble
whisper thin and darkness beyond”
He shouts at the void

“My observable universe extends for two feet in all directions
it is populated with me of course and memories of you”

“My observable universe is fueled by love
and ceases up like everything else
in the heat death
a pristine perfect shuttle frozen in position
which, once dislodged, will weave love into the universal constants themselves
which once again will be woven from and through itself”
he shouts at the sublime fabric