When I was very young, my Dad combed my hair. I don’t know why; perhaps I was hilariously bad at it. But it meant that we had a few minutes one-on-one in the morning before he went to work and I went to daycare or the like. We would talk about whatever was on our minds. It was on one of these morning that we broached the subject of first cause, or, as a young child would put it, where everything comes from. He explained about the Big Bang and the Primordial Point. I don’t remember the words, but the image in my mind is vivid.

