It's actually the other way around.
It's quite the other way around.
They pulled the uno-reverse on us with that one.

It can’t be cajoled or coerced,
not fooled nor forced.

No no.

All,
eventually yield to this all-powerful unconquerable God.

An incomprehensible Power, so
prepollent that none have stepped in and survived.

Practice as they may, but none have prevailed.

It can’t be forced,
or rushed,
brushed
or beaten.

Every man, woman, child,
plant, stick, stone, ant, Earthly
being, broad, banana, barking dog and walking hog,

abide by it’s all ever-present omnipotence.

There’s no getting around it.
There’s no speeding it up,
or slowing it down.

There. Are. No. Shortcuts.

It just…

Is.

All around us and ever prevalent.
Never more more than a subtle nod
towards us mortals.

We are simple passengers in its proud palace,
meager guests in the Glory of Eternity.
Globetrotters maybe, but youthful tourists no doubt.

We are merely visitors.
Both Home and unwelcome all at once.

Craving the control,
but barely hanging on,
we pretend that we have the power.

We hunger to know how. How to time slot and create and make. Make the most of…

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Somehow we missed it.
Somehow it just keeps on going.
Somehow there’s never enough of it.

On she goes,
without us,

not waiting for our blessing or our permission.
Strict. Principled. Disciplined.

We desperately grapple with our own sanity,
feebly gripping to reality,

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tok
tok

She grows weary at our incessant desire to have control.
It’s hard to beat someone who never gives up
and her?
Ohh she’s a persistent one.

The intrepid march towards infinity. A cool glass of the continuum.
Quietly plodding along with the smooth grace of an elephant,
the calm confidence of one too.

With a peaceful knowing nod on par with that of Master Ooguay,
she peacefully goes on.

Lonely?
We’ll never know.

We can’t know.
Hungry or hopeful?
How would we ever begin to find out.

And so we return to our silly little lives.

Wearing little boots and our little hats,
living in our little houses,
driving in our little cars,

we toddle along.

There are times we’d do anything just to be noticed – we, the people.
Making history,
faking history,
writing it, and
rewriting it.
Rewriting the written.

Kicking and screaming, we demand to be heard,
begging to be seen.
begging to diverge from the herd.
begging to be remembered.

bzzzzzz, a couple of flies buzzing around the beast’s battered ears.

Insignificant within infinity.
We stick up our nose at the insolence,
arguing and excusing,
squeeling and quabbling,

reason after reason,
why we matter,
why we’re important.

Unbothered, she quietly strolls along.

Some choose benevolence,
others a reign of evil,
altering the bedrock of civilization,
we claim an embodiment of gods,

just feeble attempts to be noticed.

All will return.
All will be well.
As the shock fades from their faces,
and we fade from their memories.

Normal.
It’s the antidote to all excitement.

You too will be forgotten.

So arrogant,
to think we deserve a shot,
to think we would walk shoulder to shoulder…

Silly us.

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We demand answers.
We demand to know.

what.
will.
it.
all.
mean.

Our requests are futile,
puny shouts in to the void.

maybe something,
maybe nothing.

Deeper to the depths we go in search of more.

Nature.
Humans.

War.
Famine.

Technology.
Medicine.

Spirits.
Rituals.

Creation.
Destruction.

Earth.
Space.

The future.
The past.

The start.
The end.

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tok
tok

We go on tinkering.
tiddling and toiling away,

making important of the unimportant,
desperately clasping on to our beloved Reason,
but clinging even tighter to Belief,

spreading the Love,
Joy,
and sometimes Sorrow.

What does it matter?

maybe one day we’ll find out.

Until then,
we pave the path,

because time,
just keeps ticking.