Maybe the whole thing looks a little warped because everything is in a bubble.

What if everything is held together by a singularity? If we keep on splitting the atom, what happens when we get to the bottom?

When we dismiss the idea of something infinite, we deny the idea that this is more than just dirt and sand. And we ignore that all of this, simply, is gravity.

We look out in space and have now seen the supermassive emptiness warp reality around it. The more we look, the further back in time vision takes us, the more we see, everywhere, these warped lenses.

Where those tidepools of gravity are right, we see stars, we see planets.

The vast brilliance, swallowed into the night of those giant things, everywhere --

and we see them still, planets and stars, beyond what we thought was the dawn of time.

But what if, at the heart of every particle, we never left that beginning? Still remembered, forever, in the heart of every split thing that brought us together.

If we can see the pieces of reality as they weave in and out of existence, to create the very air we breathe, our hands and hair and skin, the mountains and the stars, made out of these flickering pieces -- we see the numbers don't work right, when we try to truncate the math, when we try to quantify the infinite without considering it may actually be infinite.

Maybe unravelling the particle means breaking it down into infinite parts. Maybe the sum of those parts combined, the combination of infinite wells of gravitational force, swirls together in the darkness, are the only singularities there are, their giant cousins, spinning away fire and light, stripped of their shell -- and what of time itself?

We guess at the properties of light, watching it move like a fluid through the medium, knowing already there is something about it that seems to transcend time.

We see the ancient galaxies, where our knowledge of time says they cannot be -- but maybe each part of the thing, still infinitely frozen in the original singularity, is still connected, forever, to that first event. Maybe there is no dark energy. Maybe there is no discrepancy. Maybe we just left out the infinite.

Time may work like a tunnel, and looking back we see all around -- at the heart of everything-- what everything once was, where everything once came from. Maybe looking back through space, our vision warps from within the thing we're trying to observe?

If every quantum moment is recorded in the gravitational interaction of each piece, the waves of each possibility come to bear in a fluid reality, where time is still, but it still moves.