Proof They say (who says) that we (not you) were born with a bang, and a big one too, as though someone set off a cannon or popped a balloon or dropped a (holy) book. They say (well one said) that reality is relative (like pronouns and money): I could fly fast and light and return younger than I (not you) was. Others say (still) that (we) matter is double: particle and wave certain and potential known and probable Something about a cat (it must be dead by now). Now they talk of dark matters invisible that are more there than we (and you) but we all know that darkness is just a way to say we don’t no. This is science says them. But I think (you just proved it) that the world is made of words. The bang was a whisper: the singular (it) I echoing and expanding into what matters, into particular waves of us, spiral-bound by mysterious darkness (the black holes under the bed). By now the word has become an epic, maybe too long, the beginning forgotten, plot lost, but maybe the cat at least would have lived if it had a name.