Are the eternalist right?
Is it useless to put up a fight?
Is it all planned out ahead?
Has it all been done and said?
Is the ontology of time
nothing but a rewind?
Or is it the block universe theory,
that's making me weary?
Does the past and present coexist? Is time really an illusion with a twist?
All was going fine,
Until Einstein.
He put it down in a dissertation,
with a detailed explanation.
Hand written and signed.
It muddled my mind.
The Timex, the Rolex,
Buzz's Omega Speedmaster, first on the moon,
was nothing more than a fantasy ticking to a different tune.
Just a persistent illusion, to perpetuate my confusion.
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Author:
Jane Frye (
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Comments1
Persistent illusion .. very much so .
Yes, but it's hard to wrap my mind around it. Thanks for taking the time to read my poem.
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