Anything underneath
12.30.06 (8:16 am) [edit]
When you dig up the floor of reality, what lies beneath?
The floorboards on which we stand, does it cover only nothingness?
Does all energy dissipate?
Will the universe cool down and simply stop in the artic cold of deep space?
When my eyes finally close for the last time,
When my hour glass shatters, what remains?
Is eternal oblivion really the answer?
Eternal what?
Oblivion is not even darkness,
Darkness is something,
Nothing is simply no-thing.
Is God possible?
Can something come out of nothingness?
Is nothingness even possible, since things exist?
All of creation is contingent, unnecessary,
Its roots buried in existence deep, are they feed by existent necessary?
All things flow from something,
From what does the singularity flow?
That first cosmic orgasm when all things exploded into being.
Each must come up with his or her own answer,
For both faith is necessary,
We are not meant to know with certainty.
Uncertainty in different degrees is the lot of us all,
A response is needed.
Not to respond is a response, it can’t be helped.
Choose or don’t, both are choices.