As a God Dissapeared

The night is a soft satin trailing across the cement,

Avoiding well polished footfalls and bland circles of lamplight.

Betwixt its dark wrinkles the multitude of downcast stares meander.

The ponderous moon peers from the sky,

But only one pair of young eyes descry it.

Eventually, however, he is distracted by a glimmer at his feet,

An upturned coin on the concrete.

Luna blinks impotently as he genuflects

To collect his remuneration --

And then She promptly ceases to exist.

For a thing unobserved

Is simply nothing at all.

Author's Note

Things are only real if we give them reality -- by experiencing something, we cause it to be real. By knowing something is true, we cause it to be truth.

Reviews

[Judy Ponceby]

A scene well set. Masterful craftmanship. And one of the most interesting of concepts to contemplate in my way of thinking. How is it that we all may experience the same experience and yet have completely different experiences. How do we "see"? And as we "see", is it only our own reality or a collective one? Can we "see" truth? As one finds as life goes by, one's truth is not the truth of another...... I read an article where scientists were trying to view an electron in its shell but from their way of thinking, bringing the observing eye to bear changed the position of the electron........ And I also wonder about a prisoner sitting in his cell for years on end, developing a shell of non being.....sitting stiller by the minute, lacking any need to interact, to be. Is that "nothing at all"? See what you started?!?!? :D LOL