A meditation on the function of humanity in the universe
What is the real measure of man?
A puppet, a pawn in a master plan?
Fate, looming large, overbearing
Smite with hard, or gentle hand?
What do we fathom is the purpose, place
Of those so small in the great expanse?
Transient beings there stand.
With wispy souls, converge, collide
Fragile blood, flesh and bone
Some rapt in good, some evil possessed
For it is within those tiny vials,
Doth the passage of time progress
In the eternal existence of timespace
Change exists to separate from constancy
A mere shimmer in a deity’s long stare,
Twisting mass and soul, created mortals new
That exist as Innumerable flashes of life,
Forever to alter what can and what will be
Like music cannot be without the passage of time
Shudder, quake the strands of the universe
With the subtle touches of beings sublime
Thus, one without the others cannot be real
For matter, mortal, and time, ever three
The eternal and finite unfurl in reverie…