VirtualA Poem by E.J. Waling
Some say
we live in a virtual world. A matrix. Our existence, digital. What does that mean? We’re not real? We’re not alive? I think therefore I’m not? How real is real? If virtual here, potentially virtual anywhere? If virtual, virtual forever? Life after death? Digital rebirth elsewhere? Free will a digital trick, a mirage. Programed? It’s all programed? Everything is fixed. Searching, searching for the meaning of existence. Possibly no meaning at all! © 2018 E.J. Waling |
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Added on September 10, 2018 Last Updated on September 10, 2018 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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