Few Will Journey...

Poem By Werner Schmidt

… together
back to before the
[in alphabetical order]
Big Bang
and
First Cause's Activities
and
First Moments of Creation
somewhere between
six thousand
and
13.X billion years ago -
more or less.
.
Too quiet there, methinks
and folks seem to want noise, fighting and killing -
from smartphone warriors to suicide bombers.
You know, typing, shouting, blood, guts and such
about who, what, when, if and how
etcetera, for all eternity.
.
[In reverse alphabetical order]
That's All, Folks
and
May Your Wisdom Grow Through Enquiry
and
Amen.

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