Blue Marble

John Prophet

Blue Marble.
Terrarium!
A terrarium 
really.
That’s 
all it 
is.
Around 
only void.
Birth place.
Consciousness,
conduit.
Great and
small,
all the 
same.
From a 
distance 
all the
 same.
Blue Marble.
Compendium 
of human
knowledge,
accomplishment.
Library resonance.
Vibrations of
all.
Vibrations of
humanity.
All 
recorded,
stored within.
Spinning 
orb of 
history.
Spinning 
orb of
resonance.
Waiting.
Spinning.
Accumulating.
Storing. 
Waiting
to be
downloaded.
Story
to be 
told,
downloaded
and
absorbed!

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 1st, 2021 09:13
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • FredPeyer

    Yes John, who knows, maybe we are just a giant experiment with eyes we cannot see checking on us once in a while just to see if we are still stupid or if we are finally getting it.

    • John Prophet

      Hi Fred,

      Makes you wonder... Thank you for reading

      JP

    • Goldfinch60

      That minute speck that we are in the Universe makes us wonder what bigger and more wonderful things are out there.

      Andy

      • John Prophet

        Hi Andy,

        What we see and know is a fraction of what eternity offers.
        Thank you for reading

        JP

      • L. B. Mek

        thought provoking to say the least! what is meaning? If - but, a derivative of Time, when Time is devoid of choice and absorbed without restraint..
        might as well, just take a plunge: hoping for the best..
        a great read John



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