Mystery

 “And your existence will not be

all that frequent either.”

You think you have it all figured out,

you have a pretty good bead on things,

do you?

Well, isn’t that nice.

Maybe…if you were born at the beginning 

of the Ming Dynasty,

if you were born into the Rothschild family,

(although, even they are starting to look shaky)

if you were a Roman Senator during the first

century A. D.,

if your name was Babe Ruth, Michael Jordan,

Muhammad Ali, sure,

if you were one of Elon’s children…

maybe then you’d feel certain about something.

I’m not here to burst your bubble, or, am I?

How could I, if reality hasn’t done it already?

Having DNA explains why your eyes are blue,

but where did DNA arise from?

Physicists look at smaller and smaller particles 

to get to the bottom of things, but find that, 

eventually, they see particles arise from nothing.

Does non-existence scare you?

Why should it?

You were good at it since infinity,

until you came to be.

It’s more your home than where you are now.

This poem comes from there too.

Fear is just a survival mechanism that

evolution must overcome.

No hope, no fear is the way to go.

“In the spring, the chrysanthemum’s astringent fragrance comes

revealing the hidden mechanism 

of machine within machine within machine.” Wallace Stevens

There are six realms one gets born into;

the human, the animal and the rest, 

depending on one’s particular obsession.

Even Jesus wanted a little more time.

Cycling existence is a merry-go-round.

How long will it remain entertaining?

When will it stop being fun?

Just don’t be an asshole and everything

will be ok.

That much, at least, is not a mystery.