Oblivion.
Creation.
Galaxies,
2 trillion
strong.
Floating.
Floating
free.
Effortlessly.
Spinning.
Between
them all.
Glorious!
Glorious
vistas.
Endless
vistas.
Creation
in all its
glory.
Grandeur.
Mind
numbing
beyond
imagination.
Scope,
beyond
understanding.
Moving
past.
Moving
away.
Leaving
behind.
Lost in
eternity
forever
more.
Never to
return.
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Author:
E.J. Waling (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Letter
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Comments2
That creation can be within our minds each moment of our lives as our thoughts become reality.
Andy
So true Andy. Thanks for reading. JP
that gradual demise of metaphysics
by the trappings
of our epistemological, ambitions!
(3 Trillion?
that's just our estimation, Only
of One angled corner
of One universe...)
and we wage wars, over kilometres of land
we humanity are just, so ridiculous!
Yup, how small we mortals be!
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