When I was a young man I had a desire to write a novel. I had a good idea for a novel with a surprise ending like The Planet of The Apes had. I fooled around with it for several years before giving up because my writing skills were inadequate.
Skipping through the beginning and middle of the book and going right to the ending, the space travelers were on a one way trip through space lasting for many years and finally came to what they believed was the end of the universe because no more stars were visible but odd shapes were beginning to appear. Shapes that did not appear to move. After years more of travel they were finally able to make out the shapes. Each shape was larger than our Milky Way and in the years they were traveling they determined that the shapes were indeed moving but in a different time frame than we have, so slow that a second of their time would equal 1000 centuries of our time.
The view expanded where it could be seen that the shapes they saw were people, evidently celebrating an occasion with sparklers and the sparks from the sparklers were the suns of our universe. A spark lasting a fleeting second in their time was the life of a sun in ours.
Could our universe be nothing but a child playing with a sparkler? Could sparks from our sparklers be another faster moving universe?
