{"id":41389,"date":"2017-08-06T04:01:33","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T08:01:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=41389"},"modified":"2017-08-06T04:21:33","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T08:21:33","slug":"metaphysics-prompt-19","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/metaphysics-prompt-19\/","title":{"rendered":"Metaphysics (prompt 19)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Physicists believe that the universe is shaped<\/p>\n<p>like the inside of a soccer ball, with holograms<\/p>\n<p>projecting all possible angles of view like Indra\u2019s net;<\/p>\n<p>that black holes extrude through the walls of space-time<\/p>\n<p>like scattered spikes that can suck us out<\/p>\n<p>of this world and into another (could we but survive).<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>They trumpet dark matter and dark energy,<\/p>\n<p>Places so black that nothing appears to exist.<\/p>\n<p>Neutrinos that no one can see, pour through the gaps<\/p>\n<p>In the particles of our bodies each second,<\/p>\n<p>Without witness, outside the range of sight, unfelt.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Gloriously, we evolved for this world and time,<\/p>\n<p>small bags of water, composed of nothing<\/p>\n<p>But billions of competing colonies of bacteria<\/p>\n<p>animated by a life vibration no one comprehends.<\/p>\n<p>We are stardust. We are eternity experiencing itself<\/p>\n<p>as separation from oneness. We are a hive of cells,<\/p>\n<p>bacteria and systems that let us function<\/p>\n<p>as a singular entity. We have senses to<\/p>\n<p>experience life\u2014our <em>raison d\u2019etre.<\/em> So darkness fades.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Quivering waves fill our ears with sounds<\/p>\n<p>made in the ancient past, taking light years to arrive.<\/p>\n<p>The sounds of star births and atoms colliding,<\/p>\n<p>of movement and the pulsing of galaxies.<\/p>\n<p>Even hymns of praise and campfire songs<\/p>\n<p>once sung reverberate indefinitely in space.<\/p>\n<p>We are moved to dance and sing in reply like<\/p>\n<p>human Chladni plates.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Our eyes perceive the waves of light bouncing<\/p>\n<p>off imagined forms, and give it names like red and sky blue.<\/p>\n<p>The brilliant nuance of color startles and pleases our eyes.<\/p>\n<p>The tastes of bitter and sweet, sour and salt, define<\/p>\n<p>the objects we start mouthing as infants.<\/p>\n<p>The smells of sweet lilacs and hyacinth, of urine and death,<\/p>\n<p>fill us with emotion and memories of our experiences.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We were made for this world and this time,<\/p>\n<p>We inconsequential life forms of perhaps random origin.<\/p>\n<p>This small, blue planet whose beauty we uncovered<\/p>\n<p>as we floated through space, reveals itself because we experience<\/p>\n<p>explosions of sound and elaborate eruptions of color.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Physicists believe that the universe is shaped like the inside of a soccer ball, with holograms projecting all possible angles of view like Indra\u2019s net; that black holes extrude through the walls of space-time like scattered spikes that can suck us out of this world&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1075,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[2675,2663,2122],"class_list":["post-41389","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-metaphysics","tag-space","tag-vivian"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41389","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1075"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=41389"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41389\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":41530,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41389\/revisions\/41530"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=41389"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=41389"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=41389"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}