Within a Parentheses of Eternity
The ancients just found themselves here as there,
Most of science yet to come of earth, fire, water, and air,
And wondered how all could be both square and fair.
They looked unto their harsh world, the calamities,
Cause and effect, their powerful rulers and enemies,
Their slaves, and even to their own family structure’s way,
Many of those having a strict father and a mother of no say.
They came up with a simplistic notion based on themselves,
Though they thought it the most wonderful answer ever delved,
Of a terrible and demanding male being called God,
An idea for some unto this very day to further plod.
Having an answer was important for them to exist,
And they extended this notion with various myths
And legends into many more structures layered upon,
Inventing and writing all the scrolls of scripture on.
It brought both fear and comfort in those days,
Making people better through some fearsome ways,
Although worse in others, as to the unchosen tribes,
Protecting their notion, at least, as taught by scribes.
There were some alterations and modifications,
Yet the main concept of a Creator remained as one.
Only scientific understanding really progressed,
Leaping much ahead of the dogmatical rest.
Thousands of years came to pass in stories,
And then Austin/Nobody solved all of the mystery,
Irrefutable now and ever gone beyond,
So utterly not of any magical wand.
There could not only be no First Complexity’s shove;
But there was also nothing to make anything of;
And that this nothing basis was forever, beyond creation—
This infinite and eternal nothing being the prime motion,
The only possible candidate, infinitely,
And so the cosmos was seen that it could be
No other way but than it is, eternally.
Amen.
P.S. Then the world ended, within a year,
The final benediction for all of us here.
Yet, the cosmos continued on, as it ever had done,
And always will, all of nothing balanced as one,
Heeding not the puff of smoke of rot
That was once a tiny pale blue dot.
