Dad's a prick... still.

I woke up this morning, hearing dad talking to mum in some other room of the house. At first they were just murmurings but I listened and the murmurs became faintly intelligible. He was talking to her about the Big Bang. And laughing a ferret sort of laugh. It shat me, the way he trivialised the whole idea. I don't go around shitting all over the Resurrection.

It never ceases to amaze me about how he thinks he's always right and everyone else is always wrong. When he's driving for example, he's always in the right. He's not defensive on the roads; if there's an accident, it's okay apparently because someone else will be at fault. Someone else will have to face the penalties, even if any damage could have easily been avoided. But I digress.

It's all about what happened yesterday. Dad has this habit of provoking me. I'm not sure if he does it on purpose or not. I'm thinking it's the latter, it's just that he inadvertently sets me off - all the time. Yesterday, he mentioned to me something about how some astronomer discovered a new star or planet or something that was a billion light years away. People are finding new stars and planets all the time now so I wasn't really fazed. So as I turned to go back to my inner sanctum, he asked me, "Where did it come from?"

"The Big Bang", I told him.

He looks at me. "How?"

"There was a huge explosion and then matter appeared"

"It just appeared? But where did that come from?"

"No where, it just happened", I told him.

"But something can't come from nothing", he said. And then with this big shit eating grin on his face, he said to me, "See, that's God!"

Sorry dad, I'm still not convinced. It seems like everytime I exchange words with my dad, it'll inevitably end up at religion. For Christ's sake, dad: fuck off.

At that point, I put my head phones back on, shook my head and barricaded myself in my room. I didn't want to go any further into it, he never understands anyway. And I'm not just being esoteric about it. Whenever I try to explain this, which is often in my household, he throws his hands up in the air and says in his trademark broken english, "I don' know". And I always end up shaking my head and leaving the room out of frustration.

As I understand it, space and time began at the Big Bang. Existence needs time and space to-- well-- exist so nothing could conceivably be before it. Dad can't get his head around that.

There's another theory where the Big Bang was caused by the collision between a parallel universe and ours in five dimensional space and this collision released an enormous amount of energy which was converted into energy and matter (E = mc²) of our universe as we know it.

Anyway, I won't bother trying to get my head around that at this stage. I'll just stick to guessing what quantum theory is all about first.


Listening to:
Title: Dreamworld
Artist: Something For Kate
Album/station: The Power And The Passion (2001)
Length: 3.47