My Existence is Questionable.
My existence is questionable.
In a few billion years
No evidence will exist;
No bones,
No fossils,
Not even an impression.
Nothing of my life
Will be remembered
No word
Of any poem
Remain.
Not even a whisper in the wind.
Every atom
That ever sang in my blood
Sent a shock through my brain
Or supported me against the force of gravity
Will be free.
Some of me
Will find its way to stars
To explode through galaxies.
Some of my atoms
Might even incorporate themselves
Into another sentient being.
There may be other words.
Opher – 5.3.2022
How pointless everything really is. How inconsequential.
All our little lives, trivial pursuits, matters of life and death, war and power struggles, wealth and greed. Even the destruction of the entire planet is trivial compared to the immensity of the universe. Our whole galaxy is but a pinprick, a tiny speck.
All our gods, palaces, castles and cathedrals are worthless and insignificant.
Our thoughts, dreams, hopes and aspirations, our fears, worries, anxieties and traumas, our pleasures and pains – all melt into oblivion when death claims our memories.
Yet atoms are perpetual. That is marvellous!