Physics gives us the rules of the game,
and chemistry lays out the characters.
Biology’s strategy — that much is plain —
while Consciousness acts like a narrator:
“This happened! That happened! How Bad! How Good! How Sad! How Perfect! How Droll!”
Your role in this mess, should you choose to accept,
is to focus your mind on the whole.
Do not ask for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. No man is an island. You and I are relatives, with a common ancestor no more than 70,000 years back, possibly much less. We were stars once. Together we exploded in supernovae, and made implicit plans to meet up again; the atoms of our bodies tracing braids of causality through the cosmos. The arc of history is long, but it bends towards justice.
When you realize this, you’ll experience bliss,
like exhaustion from loving the dead.
Love hurts, love bleeds, love cries, love pleads, love learns, and strengthens, and leads.
Consciousness acts like a narrator.
Which story will you tell today?
“I fell, I got up, I worked on my faults,”
or extinction, al coda, al fine?