Lightning, Fire and all the Rest
First it burns
Then it cedes
Ah but the light
Brilliant for a second
Yet, it too cedes
I must admit
That I, too burn and cede.
To burn is to live,
I believe as I must.
To catch fire and stop,
As time only can,
One way only to live,
As life can and must.
So I swim the way I can,
Alone, as I always am.
I can do no other,
Said Luther, the pessimist, he
father of my parents’ faith,
that of death and consequences,
lacking redemption.
Yet I seek a God greater than,
One larger than the universe.
To seek, to find a universe itself
—that itself is the point of existence
No?
Destructive Anachronism 