The world as it is, just as it is, without embellishment, without ornament superfluous, is already mind-fuckingly awesome. If you don't think so, then you must see the night sky from a mountain top at 10,000 feet on a bitter cold and wind-scoured spring night. The Milky Way will rip your mind open. You can see the lines of your own hand in that light and you will know what they mean.
A Prayer Like Gravity
Mundus vult decipi
A Prayer Like Gravity 
I have died and gone to heaven inside this poem.
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Oh gosh. Just make sure the door doesn’t lock behind you.
🙂
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oh we are kindred spirits…
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Aye, it would seem so.
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So so good JCC
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Thanks Mums–
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welcome 🙂
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Now that is an attention-grabber… feels very big, my hand against the milky way. This poem is quietly epic. I don’t know if that makes sense, but it’s what I felt out of it.
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Makes perfect sense to me, and I am humbled by the idea.
Thanks Trent.
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This makes me think of a moment in The Restaurant at the End of the Universe where Zaphod is placed inside a box (vortex) where he is shown the entire universe and his place in it. Normally this destroys other life forms since their egos can’t handle it. . . but he comes out thinking he is the greatest thing in this universe.
And why not? 🙂
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Why not indeed? Aren’t we all the greatest things? Can’t really take any credit for it, but here we find ourselves…It’s been too long since I read Adams. It’s been on my re-read list for ages…
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He actually has the whole universe in the vortex with him. I like thinking that your poem might have the whole universe right here, waiting for us.
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Ooh..Love that idea. totally fits into the Soto Zen/Buddhist/Stephen Batchelor concept of “contingency.” Every single molecule, every single atom, relies on and in a sense contains (is contingent upon) every other. There is no self-existence…
https://aprayerlikegravity.wordpress.com/2014/02/17/the-articulation-of-absurdity/
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