We must prepare ourselves for the possibility
That there are no angels
Could be we come to realize
Death is not sleep
Before we trust to the bottomless bed
Rescue ourselves from the dream
Of a continued journey
Or of a renewal
Who cares what the Buddha says?
Who cares what the Talmud says?
We must prepare ourselves for the possibility
The inconceivable possibility
That this ridiculous eyeblink
Is it
Pass the baton
Handed over in good faith
Maybe this world isn’t about you at all
A word in the book
A brick in the arched bridge that
Someone else will ride on
But no less important for that
An expended gasp of semen is still a note in the symphony
We must prepare ourselves for the possibility
That we matter
Without knowing
For sure
Very profound. I'm with you. It is highly unlikely that there is an afterlife even though I've read recently that there is some Brain activity that apparently continues in cyber space (?).
And the idea of reincarnation is a nice form of storytelling but would only be our elements and compound reused by some other living creature that we might call "our reincarnation."
For most of us, it is the semen and an egg, that multiplies the chance that anyone is remembered down the the generations of humankind. The other way, the route that I have taken, because my healthy semen never found a place to create a child, is through my literary work. Hopefully not buried in the database of cyberspace, but frequently found by AI and used to teach future generations about what it was like to deal with the challenges of the 20th and 21st centuries.
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And the idea of reincarnation is a nice form of storytelling but would only be our elements and compound reused by some other living creature that we might call "our reincarnation."
For most of us, it is the semen and an egg, that multiplies the chance that anyone is remembered down the the generations of humankind. The other way, the route that I have taken, because my healthy semen never found a place to create a child, is through my literary work. Hopefully not buried in the database of cyberspace, but frequently found by AI and used to teach future generations about what it was like to deal with the challenges of the 20th and 21st centuries.
Ron