If we accept the Bang as read and don’t worry too much about the other side of it, a rather beautiful picture emerges: primal matter coalescing into hydrogen atoms, hydrogen atoms pushed together by the shadowy call of forces yet unexplained, proximity and pressure giving life to massive glowing spheres in which hydrogen is squeezed together forming more massive atoms up to the weight of iron, stars explode with pressures creating even more massive elements and spewing them all into endless space where they coalesce into molecules and again into second order stars, some bits left behind forming little balls known as planets, on some planets temperate conditions permit the formation of exotic molecules making copies of themselves, a molecule exhibits the field phenomenon described as awareness, over a period of millennia awareness refines the nature of its wakened state by building ever more sophisticated stacks of molecules, and I sit here brooding on the beauty that surrounds me.
West Window Poem #3
Sunset colors silence the imagination
First quarter moon brilliant against the blue
New leaves glow as if from inner light
Circling our incandescent dot
This ponderous bit of left behind sun
Traverses the immense dark desert
And here
Every hot day is swelling life into spring
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