Sunday, December 20, 2009

Going Extinct


We are impermanent. As a species, we will become extinct some day. The last of us will die, and there will be no more human beings.

All that we ever were will pass away into temporal dust, and the universe will continue its unfolding as if we had never existed at all.

Impermanence is the natural way of all of the ten thousand things. There is a season for everything, as the writer of Ecclesiastes promises.

This is our season. The best we can do is to experience it fully.

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  1. Po-Tee-Weet!

    Less than marble
    Words burn out:
    Songs warble
    Treble doubt.

    Static buzz
    Fries discourse:
    Carols fuzz
    Laurels hoarse.

    Death rescinds
    Christmas cheer
    Without friends
    Or family near.

    No one heeds
    A sound bite.
    No one reads
    What you write.

    [Disposable Poem December 20, 2009]
    Dr. Mike

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