There is a world beyond this one
At least I heard tell it’s so.
How far is it from here? I don’t know.
Maybe close, maybe galaxies away.
Someone very wise even said once
That this wonderful world is within us.
They say he made it; so I guess he should know,
But I don’t.
I’ve heard this world described:
Precious metals, jewels, bright garments
Lavish banquets, mansions of many rooms….
That would be nice, I suppose. I like “stuff,”
But I don’t think second hand perception
Really gets it. In a world that splendid
Human trifles would be meaningless
Instead, it was so far beyond the imagining
Of those who saw and came back to tell,
And so they described the unreachable familiar.
Their minds, however trained, just couldn’t
Wrap themselves around something
They had no hope of understanding: Myopia
Forever exploited by charlatans to gull
What will this brave new world be like?
I hope to find out for myself one day,
But until then I will resist speculating
On things I know nothing empirical about
Because whatever I could come up with
Would fall far so far short of my anticipation
My presumption would inevitably spoil
-August 5, 2010