it's the uncertainty that makes one alive

it's the uncertainty that makes one alive

fiction
edward w pritchard

Of all the creatures that live or breathe it's only people who contemplate their morality and reason for existing at all. With the fear of death and oblivion comes first attempts at philosophy and understanding; with the various fears of eternal ineffable non being come budding and blossoming appreciation of the cosmic process.

God is a distant workman tending to his sequences and simulations outside of Time. We, God's reminiscence are a flare of material energy quickly extinguished without explanation.

Listen anew to the distant music of the spheres. The song is gone before appreciated. Our energy efficiently recycled. Our self-ness never existed.