The Knowing

The knowing poem

The sun keeps on glowing. The rivers keep on flowing. The breeze keeps on blowing. The trees keep on growing and the world keeps ongoing, until it doesn't. The world is until it isn't and then perhaps it never and was it really ever?

 

COMMENT

Once we are dead the world no longer exists for us. The world no longer matters to the dead and it might as well never have existed. In mind of this, does it matter so much while we are alive?

 

TAGS

Hindsight, Planet, Worlds

 

LINKS

Greensleeves. Music English folk song c.1580

Forrest Gump Soundtrack. Music by Alan Silvestri 1994

M. C. Esher, 1898–1972

judas1.com/knowing