Floating Through
Nothing and then everything, in less than a blink
All that was, can be and will be, forever on brink.
Just a moment please, and eternity begins
Every hero, villain and the litany of sins.
Beauty and ugly, violence and love
From inception, to conception, below and above.
Heavens always opened and Hells forever closed,
while day swaps with night as truth is exposed.
Dust to dust, the wheel turns swiftly on
Nobody watched and a billion years were gone.
Colours and light fade into the grey
All particles burst and escape through the fray.
The weave has loosened and no patch will suffice,
Each will pay as the collective, the ultimate price.
Darkness falls forward into the inescapable abyss
As too late comes the insight that all was amiss.
Through space and time we travel with disdain and scorn
Never knowing or believing how trivial we are born.
Grandeur we claim for progress not of our own
And soon enough time will take our skin, flesh and bone.
Just a moment we were here, and a moment too long,
For we thought we held something, yet we were half wrong.
As all that we are and all that we could ever become,
Is the prey to be eaten by the following one.
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Today I saw a facebook post. It said that Trump once again claims that war in Ukraine will be over soon. And that the only reason why it will be over is Trump himself...😛
politicians would take credit for the sun rising in the morning if they thought voters would believe them!😄 When something goes wrong though, suddenly nobody is responsible.
While I hope he is right that it will be over soon, I think he has been more hindrance than help.
Yes I thiink so as well.
Rather than being decisive in support of Ukraine, he has decided to back Putin and keeps giving him hope that the US will support a Russia win.
Perhaps accepting this impermanence can change our perspective on life. Your text was philosophical enough, I don't want to continue.
What if the perspective becomes that life is worthless. No difference between a star or an ant, a mosquito or a universe.
You brought Plato back to life... In fact, it's like that. Everyone lives a life and then passes away.
I know from myself that I spend much time trying to control where life takes us that I sometimes forget to enjoy the journey itself. We can't have a clear direction or a specific destination in life.
Maybe because the final destination is all the same, it doesn't matter.
Trying to plan every single step of life is the fastest way to ruin the trip.
Do you think our "collective price" is the same for every culture
I think it is the same for our species.
Did the billion years gone and nobody watching line come first, or did it arrive last when you wrote this?
It arrived just on time.
No vaulted grace awaits, no furnace deep,
To weigh the phantom burden of our clay;
The silent cosmos has no scores to keep,
Nor mythic halls to claim our yesterday.
We race the clock toward peaks we cannot scale,
Our arrows shot where shadows dimly weave,
Tracing the embers of a lantern pale
Before the unfinished work can take its leave—
This reminds me of old Persian poems from 900 years ago that say the wheel of the sky turns without caring about us, and tomorrow a potter will make clay jugs out of our dust. Crazy how humans still haven't learned a bit of humility!