ivor or ivor.e hogg - It is written

Men contemplate infinity.
Which should inspire humility
in arrogant humanity.

Though it does not, or so it seems
but serves to inspire madcap schemes
Which might fulfil men’s wilder dreams.

We have the capability
to reach beyond ability.
A mild form of insanity?

It may seem so but it is not
We’re not content with what we’ve got.
We’re striving to improve our lot

For dreams precede reality.
We search the realms of fantasy
for how we think life ought to be.

We do as we were programmed to,
we have no choice we have to do
and some of us though very few.

Will realise the universe
will one day go into reverse..
Although it seems to us perverse.

All things that start must also end.
There is no way we can pretend
it is not so nor yet defend.

Our claim we have the right to be.
We contemplate infinity
But most are blind and cannot see.

I think perhaps it’s just as well
we don’t believe the stars foretell
The tolling of the final bell.

Which has to come eventually
for nothing lasts eternally.
That is the only certainty.

When this game ends another starts
The curtain falls the cast departs
to be recast for other parts.

Into a singularity
containing all that is to be.
Until the big bang sets it free.

20-Jul-08

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