Also, the Big Bang is still just a theory, not a proven event. It fits our understandings of physics in some ways, but not in others.
My major problem with the Big Bang theory is that it is necessarily extrapolative. We're looking at the universe from a single point in space. We're gazing out into unimaginably vast territory and trying to glean information about this incomprehensible unknown from age old bits of wandering light and errant radiation. And we're observing on a time frame so absolutely miniscule as to be almost meaningless.
With this trifling speck of information, we then extrapolate the entire history of the entire universe. We say that because of the way the light reaching us is spectrum shifted, and the way everything appears to be moving outward from a single general point, that means we can simply extrapolate to find that the entire universe exploded out of that apparant origin point.
It's not a bad theory, considering the supremely limited data we have, but it seems so very... premature... to act as though the Big Bang is anything like a certainty. If we had another vantage point to compare with, we might find we've been deceived by appearances, or that we've made some fundamental error in our "calculations", so to speak.
It's a working theory. That's fine. We may not ever find a better one, given our... non-privileged vantage point... in the universe. But I'm sick of hearing these absurd postulations of the nature and existence of time and space "before" the Big Bang. I'm annoyed by how we take these scraps of information and extrapolate them out as universal fact.
Mark Twain eloquently writes on the matter of extrapolation, in his book Life On The Mississippi.
The Mississippi between Cairo and New Orleans was twelve hundred and fifteen miles long one hundred and seventy-six years ago. It was eleven hundred and eighty after the cut-off of 1722. It was one thousand and forty after the American Bend cut-off. It has lost sixty-seven miles since. Consequently its length is only nine hundred and seventy-three miles at present.
Now, if I wanted to be one of those ponderous scientific people, and 'let on' to prove what had occurred in the remote past by what had occurred in a given time in the recent past, or what will occur in the far future by what has occurred in late years, what an opportunity is here! Geology never had such a chance, nor such exact data to argue from! Nor `development of species', either! Glacial epochs are great things, but they are vague--vague.
Please observe. In the space of one hundred and seventy-six years the Lower Mississippi has shortened itself two hundred and forty-two miles. This is an average of a trifle over one mile and a third per year.
Therefore, any calm person, who is not blind or idiotic, can see that in the Old Oolitic Silurian Period, just a million years ago next November, the Lower Mississippi River was upward of one million three hundred thousand miles long, and stuck out over the Gulf of Mexico like a fishing-rod.
And by the same token any person can see that seven hundred and forty-two years from now the Lower Mississippi will be only a mile and three-quarters long, and Cairo and New Orleans will have joined their streets together, and be plodding comfortably along under a single mayor and a mutual board of aldermen.
There is something fascinating about science. One gets such wholesale returns of conjecture out of such a trifling investment of fact.