Cosmic Excuse for Getting back Together Now, I couldn’t care more that you couldn’t care less about me. Please forgive my vacuous prattle about wanting more space. For I’ve traveled through that space and found it cold and so silent my cries were sopped up by the spongy darkness. I reached a nebulous destination and returned, learning that only empty space can fill empty space. This universe goes beyond all horizons. Let’s imagine ourselves as binary stars of equal gravity, with neither of us the brighter star, so we both take from and give to the other while the wispy plasma strand between flows freely both ways. Our orbits tightly in tandem– no, tighter than that, we a singularity of two, primordial and mysterious, like just before the Big Bang.