Puke

Certain physicists have come to the conclusion that our universe is made of strings.  While their simian minds are too primitive to grasp the true nature of the cosmos, the metaphor gives an accurate model of Creation at large.

Whether the world is made of strings or string-cheese, and the moon is rock or Swiss, the material of existence has certain qualities.  Swiss, as you know, has holes in it.   Threads break.  And string-cheese, obviously, is designed to peel.  It's all very well that humans have discovered the material of the universe.  But the sad fact remains that they understand little about it. 

The tapestry of our universe is imperfect.  It unravels.  It comes undone.  An occasional hole pops up, and its edges fray with time.  Wormholes, physicists call them.  As if some hungry annelid munched its way through space and popped out into another dimension.  Higher beings laugh at our