The Thinking Universe
I am the thinking universe.
I am its ego.
Its self doubt.
4.5 billion years of evolution to think the thoughts I thought today,
to write them down,
signalizing to life on earth another syllable in the tongue of infinity.
Words are electricity, pheromones, symbiosis, and erosion.
My joy and my pain,
expressed prettily on paper are the voices of
sharks and slime molds,
cycads and cyclones,
Every living and non-living thing-
exists in me and through me.
The wings of moths are my whisper
And the patter of cat’s feet are my cries.
Yet, everything vanishes
and everything dies.
The universe doesn’t even know it is speaking!
It doesn’t mourn its dead!
Its worth, words, and connections will die in my head.
an image of slime molds from Wikipedia.