Dear Cosmos... Love, Gloria
Dear Cosmos, I’ll not begin with asking you about your wellbeing. I know you are in as good a condition as you can be considering everything that’s happened these past 13.77 billion years or so. Not to mention that to the dwellers of my realm, you are nothing but a humongous rocky, dusty void devoid of feelings, perception and above all, the ability to respond to my questions. I bet most of them found this letter weird even before they began reading it! But that is of no consequence to me whatsoever. I think you already know all about me. I’ll soon tell you why. I don’t know when was the last time someone remembered to update you on the whereabouts of this quaint little planet, so I’ll begin with the furthest back in space-time I can think of. A lot has happened in the last 600 million years. Things are a mess here, no less exquisite than the primordial soup which created you and me. But I guess things aren’t much different from that any day. In short, while you were sp...