Thursday 11 August 2011

Why, Not, Nothing?

13.9 billion years ago
We don’t know precisely what happened
Only that, the universe began expanding
And at that point, our collective fate was handed
To share in an existence where we are all demanding

To get a brain and a body
Designed by physics or a deity
And if this was so exquisitely designed
I’d love the deity to grace our societies

Observe the fruit from its seed of creativity
Reveal true prophecy, relieve our anxieties
And where it came from is what I would mention, because
Every existential answer is a rhetorical question
And now we are in session

There is no magic wand
A hymn is just a song
In this universe of matter
And chemical bonds

To believe in a creator would insult my intelligence
Creating what’s always been does not make any sense
Is man that egotistical to believe?
That universe is something man could ever achieve
No being could be that supreme

There’s string theory, the goldilocks paradox
A nuclear configuration of atoms and cells
A superior alternative to the god hypothesis
But just like sex, religion sells

We are hungry both physically and spiritually
Who would create that hunger, those needs to feed?
Would any creator need to sow that seed?
Why anything at all?
WHY. NOT. NOTHING.

Something has lead to questions
With unobtainable answers
Neither prayer nor study
Makes those answers come any faster

Both symbiotic and parallel
The universe has us gravitated under a spell
It started with a bang and so do we
We need oxygen and so giveth the tree

I’m spinning in this monsters ball
Torn asunder, I was born to wonder
But would any answer
Ever break my fall?

Or provide me with comfort and solace
Reduce my fears of getting old and shopping at Wallis
Explain how bad events often bind us together
And why people blame god
When its nothing but weather

Tectonic plate friction causes tsunami’s and earthquakes
Friction in society breeds violence and mistakes
We are drawn to things that both kill and sustain
Like the love we seek that often causes so much pain

It’s all relative EMC (SQUARED)
We’re all related but still haven’t learnt to share

A collectively diverse nation, stars in a constellation
Ready to rise but now I’ve run out of patience
Sick of awaiting a consciousness renaissance
And witnessing destruction caused by chasing a status

Environmentally and socially we are on a course to hinder
When we could save lives like Schindler
Be perfect all the time, do everything right
And still get struck by a meteorite!

So the big question remains, why are we here?
From molecules to matter, I don’t care
I enjoy the wonder and the mystery
as well as keeping upto date with new discoveries

But, when I think about it analytically
It’s a 14 billion year old crime scene
Though contemplating existence
is my brains favourite toy
The evidence of origin
Must have long been destroyed.

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