This, right here,
Is unfathomable.
Happiness is possible,
But only that.
To fathom and be safe,
Thats impossible.
Fortunately.
Even God doesn’t know whats gonna happen next.
That’s the point, he’d claim –
“A creator with a plan,
Is no creator at all.
Think about it:
Would you make a movie
Who’s ending you knew,
And then buy popcorn to see it?”
And so, creation is his invitation:
Come, lets see what happens next.
There is one special ingredient, though,
that only he could add:
Infinite creativity.
So, if you think –
“This ended too bad”
“That ended too sad”
Forget all that,
This is a party,
Of infinite morphing into
Another infinite.
Nothing really goes anywhere,
And that’s the secret.
Knowing this deeply,
Is like jumping off the stage,
As shakespeare would put it.
You and I will turn to mud,
But hey, mud is not really that,
Useless. Give it some respect.
It creates life again, lots and lots
And lots of it and then some more.
That’s why creation is unfathomable.
If you think mud is pretty boring,
God will say, “Dude, you’re boring.
Have you ever asked an earthworm about mud?
No, right? because you think you’re my only son,
You arrogant monkey. Mud is awesome!”
What has this world
Come to be,
You can’t even trust mud,
To be uninteresting, see?
I feel the people who use the word “mundane”
for anything at all really, are really insane.
Forget about stocks, and the economee,
Come, hear creation’s philosophee,
Put some time in trying to see,
Creation from the million eyes of a bee.
(Or a dung-beetle for that matter,
For a poem on decomposing matter.
Don’t worry dear reader, I won’t disclose,
The gory details of that ode).
I don’t know what this poem is about. Really.
