The Explosion at the Center of the Universe

 Once upon a time there was an explosion at the center of the universe. The result was a crack that spread the whole universe long. Had anyone been even remotely close to the center of the universe at the time of the explosion, it would have been so loud that it would have splintered every eardrum within a million light years. As it was, no one was near the center. But the systems that the grownups had to measure the seismic sounds of the universe picked up the bang, and registered the crack.

    It was clearly identified by the spaceships that the grownups sent up into space in order to investigate. That was when they saw the crack.

    The crack was huge.

    So huge, in fact, that there had to be a reason for it.

    But try as they might, the grownups could not find any reason for either the explosion or the crack.

    A little girl, on the other hand, had found a reason. She had been paying careful attention to the aftershocks of the explosion and had noticed that when the crack had formed, little cracks had formed in the earth's soil, too. And from those cracks had bloomed the most extraordinary flowers.

    This seemed, in her opinion, the reason behind the explosion.

    The grownups, however, didn't think that reason enough. Something so big, they thought, could not have happened simply to make flowers bloom. And so, they kept searching and studying and researching, never finding an answer that satisfied.

    The little girl, on the other hand, was completely satisfied.

    And that is the end of this story.

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