"I'm Not Convinced We Know Anything"

The Lonely Universe

The Lonely Universe

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f574ed0584884d7f6a0d873cf6f6b2d0 She floats in a dark sea alone,
Perhaps thriving in an infinite ocean of clones.

Waiting to be seen in full,
Beyond the energy and matter.

To be appreciated and understood,
Even the dark matter.

She’s a poem in Blake’s wit,
But none to be moved by it.

A concerto in Beethoven’s genius,
That lands on no ears.

She’s the original Mona Lisa,
But no eyes to comprehend her.

Surrounded by the curse of eternity and infinity,
The curse of being all there is.

Accompanied only her self-awareness,
Entirely alone and forever unknown.