cosmology breeds theology
i sit up at night just to be alone,
during the day there is no escaping humanity.
i search for a bench in the park
away from people, there is no such bench.
marketa is asleep, i am tired,
soon i'll be sleep beside my sweet one.
for now, i'm thinking about something
i read today, that the milky way,
our cozy little home in the cosmos,
is some two million light-years across.
two million. think of it. a light-year,
i had to look it up, is six trillion miles.
two million times six trillion. my goodness,
that a lot of miles. i was staring into the blue,
paused in my search for a bench,
to look up and think about those numbers.
i could come up with no sensible way
to get a sense of it, and thought—
that degree of vastness is inhuman,
humans need a scale by which
to measure themselves, ourselves,
not something so outlandish as the cosmos.
i thought of god reaching out to touch man,
to kindle life, to take a rib, it seemed less outlandish.
i thought of satan, of the archangels, of the descent,
of virgil and the styx, those i could imagine,
not the vastness, which i have to take on faith
no less than the other, the creation story—
i would invent such a story if were ur-man, ur-woman,
i couldn't sleep at night otherwise,
thinking about the blue sky and beyond.
i would make it up, and make it my last thought of day.
Words by one trick pony
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Written on 2020-06-27 at 08:50
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