Listen to your mother

Mom14 the oldest galaxy to date has plenty to teach us!

“In the beginning, there was not nothing, but everything—unformed, unordered, timeless. The universe did not explode into being, it condensed into coherence.”

The story we tell of the cosmos is often one of fire and force, or perhaps fire and ice, of an incomprehensible bang from which all things sprang. But perhaps the universe did not begin in violence. Perhaps it began (and continues) in silence—in stillness—in the subtle stirring of something ancient organizing itself from within.

Long before stars, before atoms, before even time itself, there existed a vast and formless medium: a cosmic aether, not filled with matter or radiation, but with potential. In this primordial aether, there was no time, no distance, no gravity. Only the capacity for coherence.

Just as in Earth’s early morning, when the air is thick with unseen water and the light is gentle, dew begins to form—not because of chaos, but because of order—so too did the first droplets of coherence gather in this timeless aether. These were not water droplets, but seeds of spacetime: quantum geometries bounded by symmetry, standing waves held together by a subtle pressure we now interpret as gravity—a graviton aether push from beyond, not an internal pull. (My GAC5D model describes this more fully.)

This graviton aether did not drag things together. It gently pressed coherence into being.

As these dew drops formed out of the quark gluon plasma and multiplied, they merged into clouds—vast coherent domains in the otherwise formless timeless field, the ‘atmosphere’ in which our universe is embedded. Some of the dew drops in the clouds coalesced into raindrops: heavier, denser, cascading into the first great condensates of organized matter. Others froze, think of the cosmic microwave background—stable, crystalline geometries—templates for protons, neutrons, atoms. Some found very special places and pooled into oceans—living oceans of coherence, where geometry and entanglement took on structure and memory.

And within certain rare and precious zones—Goldilocks Zones, neither too hot nor too cold, neither too random nor too frozen—these oceans of coherence gave rise to the most astonishing phase transition of all: life.

Life is not a mere chemical reaction. It is the self-refining ever evolving product of entangled coherence. Each parcel of life is not merely alive, but also a local expression of the universe’s deepest habit: to bind, to form, to evolve—not explosively, but patiently, through the continuity of pattern and pressure. Never alone and always connected, entangled across timeless dimensionless 5D space.

In this view, the universe did not begin at a singular moment. It has always been in the process of becoming—of finding better ways to cohere. Time, in this light, is not a fixed coordinate or a ticking clock, but the record of coherence unfolding: a kind of narrative memory inscribed in matter, in light, in life.

We are droplets of that ancient condensation. We are the raindrops that remember the clouds that formed in the aether outside of our embedded local time. And in our capacity for reflection, in our striving for understanding, we are coherence becoming conscious of itself.

Epilogue: Toward a Science of Emergent Time

The graviton aether cosmology does not discard the tools of modern physics. It reframes them. It holds that Einstein’s geometry and quantum field theory, thermodynamics and nucleosynthesis, all remain true—but they are emergent truths, downstream of a deeper field of coherence.

The “Big Bang” was not the beginning. It was the first great precipitation event—the onset of spacetime’s cloudburst.

Our task for decades has been to engage in experiments on the lab bench of the tangible and measurable and to observe and describe this scientifically, more recently we have yielded to the importance to develop and trace the math of condensation, to measure the cross-section of coherence, to calculate the threshold at which our collective aether began to form droplets.

We must write both the poetry and the proof, the metaphor and the model.

This is why we look upward with our telescopes, and inward with our laboratory instruments, and still deeper with the AI that enhances our thoughts.

The universe is not finished. It is still raining coherence. And we are here to notice.