IT'S ABOUT TIMEA Poem by VolMe. Now what? I’ve almost had enough. At least I think I have. There is a new avenue they’ve added to the map… Everything else has been there a long time: Religion, philosophy, government, the dirt under our fingernails, countries, empires and wars of all kinds.
This road is long and straight as infinity can be, and we are on it. I think maybe its name (sorry, but it has to be told) is LIFE! And how stupid is that? For better or worse, we’re stuck with it.
It’s an old idea and a trite one at that, You have never seen me, only the skin on my body, the one I’ve worn my whole life, but, that’s NOT me, I’m just a renter.
Wouldn’t you know, Quantum Physics is churning everything up because that’s its job. Are you ready? This is it, this is what they’ve found: “The Universe is a conscious being.” The WHOLE UNIVERSE is one thing! You knew that, name’s “I AM” Like an infinite cloud full of fire and ice, fully aware, consciousness with substance so vast it is pointless to say, as though you could!
The defining attribute of man is Hubris. We wallow in the few pounds of this mud we’re made of and raise our fists as though the great fire of eternity cares. We are not so much as a flicker in a tiny corner of the furnace.
The funny thing is, if you fall down and break your crown, the only thing left will be a dim little spark, lost in the great conflagration of God, Himself... made of thought and love and light. He’s watched us the whole time, molded the dust and water, poked a belly button in the middle and shoved us in, turned us loose just to see what would happen. He must like something about us, we’re still here, sticks in the dying mud, looking for salvation.
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