So, anyway, there is little in the way of the use of string that cannot be utilised for all manner of things, especially as it now seems that the universe is made out of the stuff. However, that need not detain us here, as other matters are afoot about which we are as much in the dark as a priest underneath a choirboy’s cassock.
Perhaps, for example, the universe is made out of string. It would explain a lot, perhaps it is also made up of tiny particles too, particles that are always getting lost down the back of the universal sofa. That would explain the (very) large gaps between the interesting bits in the universe, most of it – the alleged dark matter, for example – is quite simply lodged somewhere beneath the cushions of the universal sofa, just waiting for someone to find the time to dig them all out.
Time too is a tricky little cove, always running out when you need it most, and hanging around like some strange relation – quite probably inbred if the rest of your relations are anything to go by – when you wish it would bugger off so that you can get on with the rest of your life.