Linear time runs on different scales
Seemingly different to ants and tortoises
Humans are too busy to listen to creaking firs and cedars
Moaning their long dirges over centuries
The rocks themselves
Compressed fire locked into form
Spellbound for millennia
Eventually even they’ll be broken
On the universal scale
Each single sound ever uttered on this earth
Is inconsequential
Collectively, all our sounds, all our prayers
Each heartfelt plea
Each scream in the dark
The droning bores of the banal and mundane
Squeals of delight
Laughter in starlight
Exhortations of nations
And all the music ever played
Collectively barely muster a microscopic chirp
Hardly audible to the heavens
Transitory
Passing so quickly that the meaning of it all is lost
Except for a proclamation of presence
No matter how ephemeral
We’re here
David Trudel © 2013
That’s so cool. And the sad thing is that people are so afraid to use the short time they have that they have to make up concepts like afterlifes to give themselves reassurance that they haven’t wasted the life they’ve got
Thanks Seb. We are all here, now!