Someone asked online about the age of the universe. Now I know the estimated number - the 13.75 billion years plus or minus a fraction of a billion, but another part of my mind took me in a different direction. We all know that there are a number of subtle meanings for the word age with only one of these referring to the chronological line determined by the beginning, the middle and the end of someone's or something's existence. And loving as I do to drift in my imagination, I allowed myself to think of this age of our universe, as though this was a period of its history, with wonderings of what was before the Big Bang. Our knowledge, such as it is in its limited scope, likes to wrap things into discrete packages, ideas, concepts and theories. And while that knowledge expands exponentially each of our years, there is a past that we are likely never to know. At least the logical left side of my brain pokes me in the chest with the goad of reality and persuades me of this fact. And yet facts do change. While there are those who crunch numbers in search for a Theory of Everything, I like to crunch bubbles - even the thought that we/our universe is a single bubble in that infinity of matter. Brian Greene crunches blanes - parallel universes that exist in the space of dimensional existence. Can anyone say 'Terminator'? Ah well... It is all fun until someone tells you to 'Act you age' because wisdom has flown the coop. I would rather take it as permission the drift through the cosmos of my mind in an 'age-dream'. With almost 14 billion years behind me, there are a lot of dreams to catch up on!