This poem tackles the notion of possibility and relates it to the expanse of the universe, which is very interesting. It makes you think of how probable something can be if we look past our limited scope of reality. As you said, "this universe is infinite/Everything is possible/Somewhere". I like the ending.
today I was listening to a discourse - it said - the moment is vacant until you observe it - your words above remind me of this - but lead me to wonder - what came first - before even possibility - what was there first? It is an awesomely powerful intelligence to really behold when you realise nothing is impossible ...
hey - how are ya? I got a job ... employed by another ... it's all very time consuming ... bah!
Before things there were no things... aka nothing. Probably... who can really say? It's physically.. read moreBefore things there were no things... aka nothing. Probably... who can really say? It's physically impossible to see anything until about 380,000 years after the big bang. The entire universe was opaque, all wavelengths of light we essentially one wavelength of light, matter didn't exist yet just photons... until things cooled down a little bit for a thing called reionization to occur allowing electrons and protons to form and combine to create neutral hydrogen. Before possibility everything was nothing but the pure violence of energy, most likely.
Jobs are for suckers unless you work for yourself.
6 Years Ago
Jobs are for suckers - I feel okey a sucker too!!! This is the first time I have had a boss in fifte.. read moreJobs are for suckers - I feel okey a sucker too!!! This is the first time I have had a boss in fifteen years - but hey I need the funds for the next travel adventure.
You articulate yourself so well - I have told you that before - I wish my brain worked liked that - my friend calls me Spacegirl - he may have a point.
Really? Nothing before the Big Bang?
6 Years Ago
I kid, jobs are really for responsible people. Travel aint cheap... at least not to the cool places.. read moreI kid, jobs are really for responsible people. Travel aint cheap... at least not to the cool places anyway.
Technically speaking, everything is the big bang and the big bang is everything. We are the remnants of that ongoing explosion that is still taking place. Empty space is about 2.7 degrees kelvin above absolute zero (-450sh something degrees f), that's the remaining heat from that 13+ billion year old explosion... also, all observed motion and all current physical laws of nature, ultimately, are also a remnant of that explosion (it's not that simple but close enough). And as far as what occurred before that... it's impossible to say, that data is inaccessible to us mostly due to the very "explosion" that created things.
It's a very strange thing to think about. There comes a point where you can only "talk" about it in mathematics. Science truly does transcend reality as we know in terms of absolute extremes.
This is a very optimistic piece. Love it. The thought that somewhere out there a version of you or anyone can do something that can't be done here is great. Love this piece.
-Richard
I agree, somewhat John. Being a cancer survivor means 1. either that I believe in Man or 2. that I believe in God. Even in the 21st century, the two beliefs don't carry the same weight, nor are the two a mixture of beliefs. In fact, this world holds at bay all attraction in favor of excellence; deity in favor of accuracy and performance. If possibility is a thing, a generalized thing of commitment and bewitchery, then impossibility is the opposite of that thing happening. My sister always tells me of her disgust with poetry. Her disgust has to do with it (poetry) not having a task, since in this Republican world, each and every one of us able bodied Americans, in order to be 'beautiful' has to have a task. Otherwise you are mooching off of everyone else, task driven, in this great experiment America. But what does my sister know? The internal questions here is not bhakti salvation-al. It is searching for a certain truth not a certain devotion. To say it makes me think about things is an understatement. Great ideas here my friend..../dana
Your reasoning for surviving cancer suffers from the false choice fallacy. You don't have to believ.. read moreYour reasoning for surviving cancer suffers from the false choice fallacy. You don't have to believe in medical science for it work.
I'm glad you found your own meaning but this poem is more about astrophysics and physical cosmology not identity politics or religious beliefs.
But of course, if that's what it means to you more power to you.
6 Years Ago
I was being hopeful in my response, kind of bestriding what it was for what I thought it was, or be.. read moreI was being hopeful in my response, kind of bestriding what it was for what I thought it was, or better yet, what I wanted it to be about. If it was about astrophysics and physical cosmology then it is more idyllic than proportional and thusly unpoetic. Too much space and not enough earth is a blessed hardness that younger poets suffer from. The more you do this (write poetry) the more you realized the importance of human connections, not ethereal ones. I have no criticism of anyones style. You do what you think is best. My only suggestion is that you take a moment today and hug a tree, put some maple syrup on something yoou love to eat, engage in conversation with someone you don't know and gather some fallen walnuts off the ground./ dana
6 Years Ago
" If it was about astrophysics and physical cosmology..." ?? Really? Pretty sure it is... I know t.. read more" If it was about astrophysics and physical cosmology..." ?? Really? Pretty sure it is... I know that mostly because I wrote it; I also figured the accompanying picture of a black hole would give that away. "...thusly unpoetic" Um, no....that doesn't make sense, at all. Sounds like I mighta hurt a pretentious person's pride a little bit. I'm sorry you didn't understand the writing, but when you say idiotic BS like that you're not justifying yourself you're just embarrassing yourself... it's really not hard to see through the stilted nonsense you write. Thanks for reading, I actually feel compelled to cut down a tree for no reason and donate money to a Brazilian logging company in your name. Have a nice day, try to be less pretentious in the future... I actually kinda feel embarrassed for you right now.
This poem tackles the notion of possibility and relates it to the expanse of the universe, which is very interesting. It makes you think of how probable something can be if we look past our limited scope of reality. As you said, "this universe is infinite/Everything is possible/Somewhere". I like the ending.
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