The subject's exercised the mind of man
since not long after we climbed down from trees;
of how it is the universe began—
we love to contemplate cosmogonies.
Is it due to almighty sorcery?
(A concept of which I am not that fond);
I find it rather difficult to see
us as the product of a magic wand.
Or could it be we're all part of a game,
an alien VR experiment?
A simulation within a mainframe;
creation, just some virtual event?
The mystery of origins is vast
and I suspect there's much we'll never know.
Unravelling the secrets of the past
is difficult, it was so long ago.
I feel we should resist the strange idea
that ev'rything there is was made for us;
anthropocentric thinking isn't clear,
and what are we, that we should cause such fuss?
For fourteen billion years there has been "stuff",
and many billions after we have gone
the universe still won't have had enough,
and, without us, will cheerfully roll on.
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Author Notes
Today's word: cosmogony (n.) the creation of the universe.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
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