endev42 - documenting the meaning of life

Basically I think what we call (life) gets bigger & most mysterious everyday, as our knowledge of the physical universe expands—the micro-cosmos as well as the macro-cosmos.  So to talk about (meaning) is often off the point.

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Poem 1: Dreams

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Dreams of immortal life and glory,

Let my friends take them when I go.

As for myself, I chase the darkness –

I would prefer to have it so.

 

Poem 2: Yes

 

The birds and the fish

Don’t mean much to me

Except as things

I might occasionally

Want to eat.

 

The supposed paradise

I spent my

Formative years in

Has faded from memory

And lost its glow

 

Oh, but the city!  The city!

The infinitely multiple

Human species!

New forms emerging

Every day.

 

In old age

I walk out,

Renewing myself.

 

How sad,

How good

That this will continue

Long after…

 

Yes, long, long after.

Yes.