From the back of the head

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Let's face it

We are an accident:

The offspring of a Cosmic ‘one night stand’
Big Bang
Unplanned

 No contraception used

The first cell fused

 Conceived, not in love

(this came later)
Nor yet in sin
 (original or other)
But, in blind indifference - 
Our mother,
A chemical reaction,
Raw energy.

 There is no design –

No plan, no meaning, save
That which we create
For ourselves

 We are alone

On this rock
Spinning
In space
And time.

 A cause for despair?

Au contraire!
Invigorating -
Fresh air blows through the
Junk-filled attic of our mind -
Sweeping away clingy cobwebs
Of silly superstition,
Clearing religion’s clutter.

No good ship Lollipop

To miss –
No froggy prince
To kiss

No fairies
At the bottom of our garden
No bogey-man behind the cellar door
No hell to fear, nor yet
No heav’n to strive for
Castaways upon a cosmic shore

No one to hold our hand,

We stand, here and now,
 on our own two feet
Responsible
Free



Yes but...

Where do you go when you die?
Do you really float up in the sky?
To the sound of a heavenly choir?
Or drop down in a bloody great fire?

Or do you go nowhere at all?
Hang around like a smell in the hall?

How can someone BE
Then NOT BE?
That's what's so puzzling to me.

A friend of mine made the suggestion
That I need not be asking the question,
Then I wouldn't trouble my mind,
An impossible answer to find;
That we'll discover soon enough -
About death and all of that stuff.

But that just won't do for me -
I'm a philosopher, you see -
So if you've any ideas,
I'd like to hear them -
Cheers



Any news on Dave, Anna?

George