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Into the Great Unknown – Harry Epstein

 

 

Into the Great Unknown

 

We know little,

little but much.

We know much of us,

but much less,

of them.

 

Them

They

These words used for those

unknown to us.

 

How many are there?

Thousands?

Millions?

Quadrillions?

Quintillions; of unanswered questions.

We are plagued with curiosity.

Unquenchably, voraciously, unstoppably,

Curious.

 

The greatest, biggest, most massive fear

Is the unknown.

That fear, almost becoming a lust.

A lust for knowledge

and facts

and preservation.

Of ideas

concepts

toys

books

poetry

stories

videos

catalogues.

 

A lust to preserve yourself.

To live again,

in a machine.

What an idea.

 

As another person;

thing.

Another idea crossing 

the lips of change

through the vice of society.

 

Fantasy

to me

is like the pencil to my sharpener.

They fit together;

with the entire population.

 

The mind wonders.

It wonders

to ideas far flung,

to places not yet imagined.

A testament

to inventions unmade.

 

In the cosmic game of chess,

there is no good.

No bad.

Just ideas, 

snowballing into fine mist.

 

Just branches growing,

building, 

to completion.

The completion

of non-completion

of non-historical

of no history.

 

History will destroy the future.

What we do now Must be what others do then

what others do when.

 

When the world falls,

we will fall with it,

be it from within,

or be it from the stars.

 

In the end,

people come together,

and Worlds rise up.

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