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Oumuamua: The Universe’s First Confirmed Space Turd (Or... Probe?)

In 2017, something weird drifted into our solar system. Long. Flat. Tumbling. Vaguely shaped like a cosmic turd. Scientists named it ʻOumuamua, which means “scout” or “messenger” in Hawaiian. Fitting, because it raised more questions than answers.

It wasn’t a comet. It wasn’t an asteroid. It had no tail, no debris, and it sped up as it left—like it had somewhere to be.

Harvard’s Avi Loeb suggested it might be alien tech. Others said, “Nah, just an unusually shaped rock.”
But let’s be real—if a space turd rolls into your solar system from another star, you’re allowed to ask if it’s alive, spying, or farting dark matter.

Theories range from:

  • Ice shard from a rogue planet

  • Light sail drifting for millennia

  • Debris from a dead alien Dyson sphere

  • Or just the universe playing with us

Whatever it was, ʻOumuamua came, tumbled, confused everyone, and left us staring at the stars whispering,
“Was that it? Was that the first sign?”

Or maybe it was just the cosmos dropping off a gas sample for study.

The Shrinking Principle

What If We’re Measuring the Universe Backward?
A Theory by Two People Who Refuse to Think in a  Straight Line

We’ve been told the universe is expanding—that space stretches, galaxies drift, and time itself dilates into the distance.

But what if it’s not?

What if the stars aren’t running away from us...
What if we’re folding in on ourselves?

Our atoms, our rulers, our heartbeat clocks—slowly, invisibly compressing.
And as we shrink, the universe seems to grow. Light stretches. Space yawns open. But it’s not expansion. It’s recalibration from within.

What we’ve called redshift might just be the echo of our own internal reduction.
Like waking up in a house that feels bigger—not because it is, but because you’ve gotten smaller.

Implications:

  • The universe isn’t exploding—it’s remembering itself.

  • Time might not be a river. It could be a coil.

  • We might be chasing truths behind us, not in front of us.
     

This isn’t math.
It’s rebellion.
It’s the audacity to wonder sideways.

And that?
That’s how new universes begin

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