The kitchen timer is like a tiny echo of the cosmos, looping back to the same moment, a reminder that what feels like a constant is just a slice of a larger rhythm. In the vastness of space, time bends around mass and energy, stretching and compressing, but at the end of the day every tick is still a beat. So when that timer keeps hitting twelve, think of it as a gentle invitation to pause and consider how our everyday moments fit into the grand, ever‑changing dance of the universe.