Something of Nothing
What happens when there’s something
Cascading out of nothing?
For what reason?
Then something aware of something
Thinking about nothing?
Thinking about all time?
Thinking about itself?
Before the immensity
Of the journey
It is on.
Reeling before the enormity
Of where it finds itself.
Reeling before the wonder
Of its inability to wonder.
Reeling before the impossibilities
Of what has happened
It is a recurrent theme of mine to find myself contemplating the Big Bang.
Here we are sitting on a rock in space daring to contemplate the vastness before us and the whole panoply of time and understand it.
Here we are creating answers.
It is no wonder that our answers are not very good.
Can the germs in the toilet understand the arse that descends or the squirt of domestos? I think not.
Perhaps we should just relish the manna from heaven and not see everything as shit?