Science Seen

Time One author Colin Gillespie helps you understand the physics of your world.

Going Google

If it weren’t so serious it could be quite a lark. I am setting out to tell the true tale of the universe’s birth and will need some research to fill in the story. There is this narrator who is somehow writing for me. He’s an aging beach bum, a rootless hacker from the first days of […]

Why the Eye?

I bite the bullet and start pounding out the story of the way the universe began. As I write, the story keeps on growing — guess I should have known. But I’m enthusiastic as I try to make it easy for the reader to understand. Doug’s a friend who reads some early drafting. He tries […]

What’s It to You?

So―a bolt from the blue as the saying goes―I’ve come to understand the way the universe begins. And I’ve concluded I should write a book to share this long-sought understanding with everyone. Why would anyone set out to write a book for everyone? I can think of only one good reason: Because its subject’s something […]

Here and Now: New Words

Man in motion (myself, not the Night Ranger album), I could get conflicted (once again): The universe moves on, I see this, yet I know it never moves. It has no way to move. It has no time. At any given now it simply is; so now is all it ever has. It is a […]

Whose idea?

After I stumble on the answer to the question of how the universe began, I’m sweating what to do next. I figure that another question―Whose discovery is it?―should point me to the answer. It would be pure conceit to think that it is mine alone. I just sorted through the thoughts of others, starting with those […]

The Big Picture

Last week I described stumbling on the answer to the universal question: How did the universe begin? Knowing this leaves me conflicted. I’m in awe at its simplicity and beauty and how much it may explain. But to conceive that I have figured this out is, to say the least, presumptuous. I mean, it’s one […]


How did the universe begin? From time to time I’d try to think of how it happened. I would think about it in the shower. Or drifting off to sleep. Or on a highway drive. Average an hour or more a day since it began to bug me when I was maybe sixteen. At first […]