They say that it was there,
So small as to be unimaginable.
An unthinkable smallness
In an unthinkable vast
Why not two inconceivable smallnesses?
Why not a million?
Or none at all?
Unimaginable space and no smallnesses.
They give us that point and we have to accept it.
They call it smaller than a pin-prick,
Containing everything except principle.
We have weight,
McVities’ Jaffa Cakes.
Ourselves in amongst it all,
Still hurtling outwards it seems,
Rummaging in distant corners
For deities and quarks.
Emerging like mayflies,
Blinking and dying,
Wasting our time (to the power of –27).
Just like that.
Principle is born of nothingness
And we can wallow away in it forever.
Taken from ‘Roughly Speaking’
(1991), page 5.