On the first day, there was a big…

On the first day, there was a big…

Image by Pablo Carlos Budassi (CC BY-SA 4.0)

Originally published 6 December 1993

The uni­verse began with the Big Sneeze.

A cre­ation myth from Egypt of the third mil­len­ni­um B.C. has God bring the world into being with a sneeze. It’s not a bad image for the Cre­ation as cur­rent­ly described by astronomers. Fif­teen bil­lion years ago the uni­verse began with an out­ward explo­sion of pure ener­gy. A blaze of gam­ma rays, x‑rays, and light. Then par­ti­cles, atoms, stars, and galax­ies. A spray of mate­r­i­al creation.

Ahh, ahhh, ahhhh-CHOO!

The Big Sneeze. Bet­ter than the Big Bang. More poet­ic, more firm­ly ground­ed in the ancient human quest for ori­gins. And more evoca­tive of an explo­sion from noth­ing. “Big Bang” sug­gests a fire­crack­er explod­ing in pre­ex­ist­ing space and time. But space-time came into exis­tence along with the uni­verse, the way a sneeze some­times comes out of nowhere.

Or how about the Big Ha?

God’s laugh. A great roar­ing bel­ly laugh that brings all things into being. An ancient Jew­ish cre­ation text has God cre­ate the world with sev­en laughs. The first laugh is light. A blaz­ing­ly lumi­nous hoot of laugh­ter. A side-split­ting guf­faw of gam­ma rays, x‑rays, and a rain­bow of colors.

The Big Ha puts a lit­tle fun back into creation.

I offer these sug­ges­tions in response to an invi­ta­tion ten­dered by astron­o­my writer Tim­o­thy Fer­ris in the August [1993] issue of Sky & Tele­scope mag­a­zine. He stressed the inap­pro­pri­ate­ness of the name we cur­rent­ly give to Cre­ation: the Big Bang. It is ugly, mis­lead­ing, and triv­i­al­iz­ing, he said; a name more suit­able for a dor­mi­to­ry brawl than for the primeval fire­ball that spawned the star­ry skies.

Cre­ation.

First, there is noth­ing. Then an infi­nite­ly dense, infi­nite­ly hot ker­nel of ener­gy that expands explo­sive­ly. Space-time inflates like a bal­loon that was infi­nite­ly small at the begin­ning. Where does it hap­pen? Every­where. When does it hap­pen? As time begins.

The uni­verse expands and cools. Ener­gy becomes mat­ter. One hun­dredth-thou­sandth of a sec­ond after the begin­ning, the uni­verse is a seething stew of par­ti­cles and radi­a­tion. Fif­teen sec­onds after the begin­ning the tem­per­a­ture has cooled to a bil­lion degrees and the cre­ation of mat­ter set­tles down. After 700,000 years, pro­tons and elec­trons bind togeth­er to make atoms of hydro­gen and heli­um. Lat­er still, come stars and galaxies.

The term “Big Bang” was coined in 1950 by astronomer Fred Hoyle, a cham­pi­on of the so-called Steady State the­o­ry of the uni­verse that has things always more or less the way they are now, with no begin­ning or end.

Back in 1950, the primeval fire­ball the­o­ry was a bit of an upstart, and Hoyle dis­missed it deri­sive­ly as “the Big Bang.” His scorn­ful label stuck, even as new obser­va­tions even­tu­al­ly led to an almost uni­ver­sal tri­umph of the explo­sive begin­ning over the Steady State.

Now it’s time for a new name, says Fer­ris, some­thing more dig­ni­fied, more accu­rate, less acci­den­tal in its ori­gin. Tak­ing up his chal­lenge, the edi­tors of Sky & Tele­scope invit­ed read­ers to re-name the Big Bang, in a con­test to be judged by Tim­o­thy Fer­ris, Carl Sagan, and Hugh Downs. At the Aug. 31 [1993] dead­line for sub­mis­sions, the mag­a­zine had received 13,000 entries from around the world. The win­ner will be announced at the Jan­u­ary [1994] meet­ing of the Amer­i­can Astro­nom­i­cal Soci­ety in Wash­ing­ton, D.C., and in a future issue of the magazine.

No one guar­an­tees that the win­ning name will be adopt­ed by astronomers, but who knows? Some lucky per­son may have the hon­or of nam­ing the Creation.

As usu­al, I was late get­ting around to fil­ing an entry and missed the dead­line. I have a feel­ing the judges would­n’t have looked favor­ably upon the Big Sneeze or the Big Ha. Too friv­o­lous, they would say, though these are among the most ancient and hon­or­able metaphors we have for Creation.

Instead, they’ll be look­ing for some­thing like Alpha‑1, Cos­modawn, Uniseed, GEN­e­sis, Apsu­time (from Apsu, the Baby­lon­ian beget­ter of gods), Pro­tophos (from the Greek for “first light”), or some­thing else that looks like it was dreamed up by an ad agency.

I’ll stick to my guns. I’ll go for some­thing with a mild gam­ma-burst of humor. Some­thing that does­n’t take itself too seriously.

How about the Big Speak?

Among ancient myths, the Word is one of the most uni­ver­sal images of cre­ation. In the begin­ning was the Word, and the Word was made flesh.

Chris­tians have tend­ed to appro­pri­ate the Word to them­selves, but it can also be found, for exam­ple, in cre­ation sto­ries of the Mayas of Cen­tral Amer­i­ca, the Maoris of New Zealand, and the Tan­za­ni­ans of Africa. God speaks, and the word becomes the world.

The Word was not some­thing that could be seen,” says the Tan­zan­ian myth, “it was a force that enabled one thing to cre­ate anoth­er.” Exceed­ing­ly apt. The Big Speak.

But “Speak” sounds ter­ri­bly pompous. Like a ser­mon. Like a snooty pro­nounce­ment. How about some­thing more whim­si­cal? How about the Big Squawk?

Raven, the trick­ster god of the Eski­mos, cre­ates the world with a bit of mis­chief. Let Raven speak. A won­der­ful, explo­sive, glot­tal call. The bird-Word.

Ancient. Uni­ver­sal. Tongue-in-cheek.

An infi­nite­ly ful­some cr-r-r-cruck of Creation.

The Big Squawk.


Over 13,000 entries were sub­mit­ted to the con­test to rename the moment of cre­ation, and the assem­bled jury decid­ed that none of them were bet­ter than the ‘Big Bang.’ — Ed.

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