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Stop Worrying

All Is Not Hell

Somewhere on this big rock is where I must belong
Since this planet conceived me and helps me to grow.
Now, from this simple standpoint, I’m God awful small.
Zooming out a few lightyears, I’m nowhere at all.
There’s not much more to say about all I may know
Because too much of it may turn out to be wrong.

I cannot comprehend infinite tininess
But reality and consciousness tell me that,
Magnetized to this mother, I certainly am,
If only but a short while. I’ll give a good damn
About my interactions, lest social combat
Be the mode of behavior I’m doomed to express.

Life is short; then, I’ll die. This is true of us all.
Every scene that is played out will be forgotten
In the vast void of time. And life will carry on.
Though it seems rather hopeless, wisdom can be drawn
From the wonder of being. My whole life is then
Given mountains of meaning wherein I stand tall.

I will not be remembered, and that is okay.
Nothing I’ve done will matter to me when I’m gone…
As it doesn’t now even while I am still here.
Worrying is a struggle based mostly in fear.
The playground of my consciousness I rely on.
It gets me through the difficult parts of the day.

Enigma Be

Existence Indecipherable

Things get more out of order as time marches on.
Randomness unpredictable is quite the way
That the universe functions. With dark energy
Keeping things from collapsing most violently,
Gravity on the earth plane has but to obey
Forces that are entropic and ever foregone.

How many different ways something can occur
Is its measure of entropy. It is also…
Of all possible combinations energy
Can have both magnitude and direction. To be
In a world such as this one, much one need not know
Lest the mind be molested by its constant whirr.

Verily I say nothing if I mention not
That collisions in deep space make crap loads of light
That is bright and kinetic. It goes everywhere.
Gravity, for that purpose, is something to bear
And transform into purpose for making things right
By the stardust I’m made of. I am nature’s plot.

Every thing has its place, and it’s Out Of Order,
And with randomness left to imagination.
As part of the whole process, I need be aware
That I am such. I’ll do much to take special care
Of my share of enigma, for in the long run,
Everything that happens is as I would prefer.