When the universe exploded, I was sad. I’d hoped for so much more than the deflated cloud of vermillion like so much spreading blood. There was no catastrophic bang, no grand finale, no last hurrah, in fact, barely a whimper. You’d have thought after all the effort in growing it, all the struggles both physical and metaphysical, there might have been some massive, last statement. But there wasn’t. What a pity. What a waste. I took my finger off the button.