Deep into
the bowels
of existence
I look.
Deep into
time.
Deep into
substance.
Deep into
reality I stare.
Others stare
back.
Others looking.
Throughout
time.
Others looking
for answers.
Answers into
why.
Why is there
anything?
Deeper I
journey.
Wondering
what’s at
the core,
the center
of it all.
Fog,
is what
I see, the
quantum fog
of probabilities.
The substrate
of reality
uncertain.
Mystery
is what
I found.
Mystery is
all there is!
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 24th, 2018 09:25
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Comments1
Yes we live in a circle of mystery here on this wonderful planet and thanks for this well-crafted reminder that we do not have to know answers to recognise the magic in nature around us.
Hi Fay,
Thank you kindly for reading my work.
JGC
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