space being infinite
makes everything and anything possible
though seemingly improbable,
perhaps the origin of imagination,
that gave birth to fantasy
travel far enough, you
can meet up with another you
perhaps, more than one,
many big bangs
multiplying in all directions
in multiple universes
matter is static thus,
change is an illusion
I won't give you the co ordinates
you might get lost and fall
into a black hole
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