Infinitum


What do you think,
Does the tree fall?
Does the cell multiply,
Even when we don’t observe,
Watch,
Study?

When we lose our self,
In mathematics?
When the last tree falls
And you are not there
To listen, to hear, to observe the
Death of nature’s prized possession.

But WHY?
Sound does not exist, if only in our
Heads,
Brains,
Minds,
Reality.
A perception of waves in the air.
Moving, vibrating.
A soup of neurological connections.
Pulsing, Breeding
Unto multimillions
To the cell multiplying.
Creating Life the beauty of
Earth, its Moon, its Sun.

So what is life?
Energy is life,
Coursing through every vein and
Line of our Universe.
Wishing, hoping,
Knowing what we hope to,
Wish to, want to.
So YES! The tree falls, as the
World cannot, cannot just create
Itself, like a game,
Like a matrix of the mind.

What’s done is done and the birds and
The animals flee from the ruins, and the
Termites crawl.
Claiming,
Charging,
Knowing what we don’t
The secrets of the Universe,
As the cell multiplies, an
Infinite

Supply of life,

While some claim GOD, a Spirit, of Earth

I still claim Science, the hard,
Knowledge, proven unto itself.
The only reason the cell can copy,
Multiply is through the DNA that
Took its
Parents
Parents
Parents
Unto infinitum Life.
The true Tesseract, The true Tessellation, the true Fractal, Onto
infinitum.

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