Poetry – Infinity 11 – Nothing is a magic number

We’re all standing on an endless beach, under a star, beside an infinite sea. Beyond the horizon is forever. The sky goes on forever. Below us is forever.

There is a microcosm of miniscule bursts of energy – the atoms, quarks, higgs boson and strange, electrons and space. A quantum universe of weirdness, string theory and things that are stranger than we can imagine. Inner space is as weird as black holes and neutrinos. The space between atoms is, relatively, bigger than the space between the stars.

On a layer between the infinite macrocosm and infinite microcosm is the layer of finity that we inhabit. It is probably more unreal than anything else. We live an illusion. My twenty year old self was arrogant enough to believe that he was shedding light on mysteries with paintbrushes of words that captured ideas beyond words.

Infinity 11 – Nothing is a magic number

I am the explanation of beyond

I am the mingling of within

I am the soul of man

I am the book of life

Open me and I will answer

I am the perpetual question

I am the only answer

I have but one aim

I have many names

Holy is my sanctuary

Opher 1973