Sunday, December 12, 2010

A Wormhole For Your Mind

By Steve Rensberry

I have died a thousand deaths
Looking straight at the light.
A make-believe shrine
In a world of spite.
Am I alive? Am I dead?
I am both. I am time.
I am you without space.
A wormhole for your mind.
I think. I must. I should. I would.
We are not so different, you and I.
Parts of a whole.
Until the day we die.
Broken and bare.
For the love of a lie.
From nothing to nothing.
To see without eyes.
You can chain yourself to fantasy.
To infinite regress.
Or think outside of time and space.
And leave this sorry mess.

Carl Sagan on God, Faith and Religion