Conjecture Stories

It is a memoir that depicts the history of human civilization hundreds of years into the future. In the next hundreds of chapters, Orion guides humanity towards the stars. How would you feel if someone said to you that our earth, our solar system, our galaxy, our universe is in a black hole? Would it feel like nonsense? No, don't be in a hurry to dismiss it yet. Because there is a very scientific calculation that can change your view. The total mass of the universe is roughly estimated to be 1.45*10^53kg, note that this figure is a rough estimate, and the actual mass is likely to be greater than this. And the formula for the Schwarzschild radius of an object is Rs = 2GM/Vc^2. In this, G is the universal gravitational constant, M is the mass of the object, and Vc is the speed of light. The gravitational constant, G, is then equal to 6.67*10^-11. The speed of light is roughly 3*10^8 metres per second. Thus, Rs = 2.15*10^26 metres. It's roughly considered 2.27*10^10 light years. That means that the Schwarzschild radius of the universe is 22.7 billion light years, which is very close to the radius of the universe, 46 billion light years, on a cosmic scale. The radius of the Earth is about 6,371,393 metres, which is much larger than the Earth's Schwarzschild radius - 8.8 mm, according to Wikipedia. What does it mean that the Earth's radius is less than the Schwarzschild radius, which would turn the Earth into a black hole, and thinking about that the radius of the universe is so close to the Schwarzschild radius of the universe? What if the real mass of the universe was even larger? Does it mean that ...... our universe is also a black hole? Could it be that all of us, our universe, is inside a giant black hole? So, what could be beyond this black hole? Is it true that every black hole in our universe contains a whole new universe that is very different from ours? No one can answer.

Assertion or Conjecture?

This collection of poems is just me pontificating What could be. I'm by no means a scientist but I love to read about it, and love science fiction. So bear with me if I've butchered any of the principles I make reference to.

Elusive conjecture never replied to still By james a.galgano Last poem before I sleep with the fishes maybe forever I fear. As the world crowds in upon my hopes and dreams only remains unclear Where often I am left forsaken or out of the question, surely out of any view where life these past years has found memories to accrue like some lost savings we never thought we knew existed yet we persisted hoping to find beyond a shadow of distending light in the shadows we could never see while we went up[on our struggles to live our lives or care for those we love now for eternity Yet poems are elusive creatures they have a 24 hour life span often nothing more than this what is life or love when we cannot decide which is which disentangled amiss without a prayer If no one ever replies are we actually even here if no one reads this or replies Maybe last poems wait like Lazarus behind some biblical eyes we have forgotten still Like our dreams here within our heart which forever wander like elusive true love and free will

Conjecture of time By james a. galgano There are no accidents only foolish lies forever caught. Within every hanging net in time where dreams are sought Among every passing cloud where storms forever await Within every thought there time never does anticipate What might have been or would possibly be in thought or time? Had every moment distraught were but mere word or passing rhyme. Lingering upon closed lips seeking someone who wanted to hear. What words might be spoken or upon whose desire though unclear? Within the rustle of silence where dreams cling like tokens in time One often finds themselves caught in solemn glimpse of opine. Without a response what could ever explain were not adept in mime So, one could understand by silent response or some foolish decree Lost upon lips of some foolish accident where all thoughts find themselves to be.

A piece of writing based on conjecture, full of questions without answer that dare force you to ponder upon the very fabric of space and time.