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Space, Time

By H.J. Herrick

I. Man, Woman

We are each an ocean. Everything touches us, borders on us, rest and lives within us. We can all destroy life and give birth in the same moment, month, year, century, millennium, millennia. We are within everything. We are full of waves, each plunging headlong into the land, each a tongue caressing the lips of the Earth. We spend our long lives shaping everything around us, touching all our neighbors, mingling with them, our currents entering each other, penetrating each other. We all give birth to the borderless world. We each build the shores up and erode mountains to nothing. And really – though we all change and are changed – we are always here, in some form, some eternal idea. We can’t be killed. We can’t die. We all merely evaporate, drift and rain back into ourselves, each other.

II. The Human Race

We are a wave

slowly gathering,

bearing down on

a shore we cannot

choose. Someday we

will rise, crest, break, die

upon rocks which

will be barely changed

for it. That brief

moment will exist

alone. At last

we will finally

roll back, drawn out

to the ocean which

birthed us as we

cling desperately to

the land. Mercy

will take us outward

to that unseen

place where the ocean

kisses the sky:

where History is

blind and deaf, where

Man is an alien,

where Despair is

a myth. Where Time

ends silently. Where

Hope ceases to

torment us with its

disappointments.

Where Oblivion

caresses our face.

Where even Death’s

lungs fill with water.

III. The Universe

Sometime cosmically soon the Sun will expand and the oceans of this planet will boil off. If we are still here then, we will be immolated and the world will again be barren and void. No one will remember our names, our stories, our histories, because there will be no one. And then the universe will expand

until, asymptomatically, It reaches absolute zero and everything stops

or

until It reaches a state of maximum entropy wherein all is evenly distributed across nothing and no gradients remain possible in nature, until information itself is gone and with it all life everywhere and everywhen at once

or

until Its galaxies and eventually all physical forms – no matter how small – disintegrate into unbound radiation and elementary particles

or

until It goes on forever endlessly, mercilessly.

In any event we are a mote in a nonexistent eye. Our gods will die because we will not exist to imagine them, nor to worship our own imaginations. By then we will be stardust, frozen matter, light, radiation, nothingness.

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The Human Race

By H.J. Herrick

 

We are all waves

slowly gathering,

bearing down on

a shore we cannot

choose. Someday we

will rise, crest, break, die

upon rocks which

will be barely changed

for it. That brief

moment will exist

alone. At last

we will finally

roll back, drawn out

to the ocean which

birthed us as we

cling desperately to

the land. Mercy

will take us outward

to that unseen

place where the ocean

kisses the sky:

where History is

blind and deaf, where

Man is an alien,

where Despair is

a myth. Where Time

ends silently. Where

Hope ceases to

torment us with its

disappointments.

Where Oblivion

caresses our face.

Where even Death’s

lungs fill with water.