The curse and the scourge of the Idea of the god who never was has met its doom and died by its own hand of fabrication, for the causeless basis of simple stuff had to have been forever, as well as the Being not being able to be first and fundamental.
Science and philosophy relate the final benediction as the mourners climb the hill to the old Graveyard of the Gods, their eyes blinded by their tears.
Sad Yesteryear, Forever, and Everywhere, they all came—to weep for Nobody Nothing Nowhere, with Why and How, Then, Now, When, and What and Where, even Inward and Outward, with Potential—led but by Sorrow.
RIP
Science and philosophy relate the final benediction as the mourners climb the hill to the old Graveyard of the Gods, their eyes blinded by their tears.
Sad Yesteryear, Forever, and Everywhere, they all came—to weep for Nobody Nothing Nowhere, with Why and How, Then, Now, When, and What and Where, even Inward and Outward, with Potential—led but by Sorrow.
RIP