The Shape of ThingsA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenWe are mere specks!I never planned to live forever, at least not since I renounced god and decided that science had all the questions I ever needed. At least science did not ask for my blind faith. Indeed as we learn more, as we go farther out from this tiny planet, there will be wonders man never contemplated and none of them divine! And there will be infinitely more questions to answer. The universe is a wet patch, a small pond, and we are simply tiny organisms splashing about in the primordial soup. We learned to make fire, clothing, wheels, tools and war. We learned the earth was not flat and that sun and moon gods do not exist. We conquered tribes and countries and continents and oceans. We climbed mountains, explored the seabed and learned to fly. We sent rockets to the moon and Mars and still waged wars. Man stood upon the lunar surface and we were impressed, yet it was no more impressive than learning to stand erect. No more impressive than striking two rocks together to make a flame. In our primitive, self absorbed lives we cannot see beyond our own power, and yet the best is yet to come and it will simply keep on coming. 06/08/19 © 2019 John Alexander McFadyenAuthor's NoteReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 6, 2019 Last Updated on August 6, 2019 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more.. |

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