We delude ourselves,
always have,
still do.
Center of everything,
gods’ favorite,
we knew.
How immature!
We follow
rituals
begun thousands
of years ago.
Started by those
who knew
next to nothing of
where they lived.
Their place
in a universe
they did not
know.
Our universe
unimaginably large
may be just
one bubble
in a multiverse
of infinite
time and size.
Always was
always will
be some say.
There are those
where we live
who’ll claim
they know
god’s mind,
have faith they’ll say.
Specks
on a speck
that know
it all.
They'd say,
following ancient
rituals
is where the
truth lies.
As if the ancients
knew.
There are those
amongst us
who claim to know
the way
and tell us
what to do.
Tell us to
bow down,
and how to
behave.
Power and control
is all they have,
a few
controlling the many
with all the
privileges that entails.
Most that we know
from a speck of dust
we have learned,
but there’s
so much more,
Infinitely more,
infinitely more to know!
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 11th, 2017 17:37
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
DEEP. I like it.
Mugsdaddy
Thanks Mugsdaddy...
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