Defining Infinity

If the universe is finite

then we would get through it eventually.

If the universe is finite

then the sound of an approaching car

would sound the same as

a car speeding away.

If the Universe is infinite then the entire sky at night would be bright

about as bright as the sun

the further you look out into space, the more stars there would be

in any direction you would eventually see a star

proving science can prove anything

and I know I am the exception to the rule, unless the rule is there are no exceptions

while philosophy decrees that stars are not above us

though we’re forced by a lack of vision to flip the earth upside down

and look up to the stars

and we see as far as they let us

our spirits wishing to return to the dust from which we were wrought

we

this body

to be haunted by a ghost we call a soul

who knows where we came from

even though our bodies are so near sighted

we can only see as far as the stars.

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6 thoughts on “Defining Infinity

  1. yourothermotherhere

    The night is cold, cloudless and the stars are preternaturally bright. The fire has burned down to glowing coals in the hearth. You stand to the side of the tower’s window, arms folded, legs slightly crossed as you lean back against the wall gazing out into the night. Your muse beckons you to write…

    “…and look up to the stars

    and we see as far as they let us

    our spirits wishing to return to the dust from which we were wrought

    we

    this body

    to be haunted by a ghost we call a soul

    who knows where we came from

    even though our bodies are so near sighted

    we can only see as far as the stars.”

    Reply
      1. yourothermotherhere

        If “Defining Infinity” is the results of your argument, you should argue more often.

      2. yourothermotherhere

        It doesn’t matter. It got your blood hot and it cooled through your fingertips.

      3. cottonbombs Post author

        Glad you see my side. No one is selling me on the fact that Buddy Biancalana is the greatest short stop ever. Luckily rage feeds my writing as much as love.

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