#4197 - Monday, March 21, 2011 - Editor: Gloria Lee
posted by Kia Pierce to Facebook
The Infinitesimal Infinite
Out of a still immensity we came.
These million universes were to it
The poor light-bubbles of a trivial game,
A fragile glimmer in the Infinite.
...It could not find its soul in all that Vast:
It drew itself into a little speck
Infinitesimal, ignobly cast
Out of earth’s mud and slime strangely awake,
A tiny plasm upon a casual globe
In the small system of a dwarflike sun,
A little life wearing flesh for robe,
A little mind winged through wide space to run.
It lived, it knew, it saw its self sublime,
Deathless, outmeasuring Space, outlasting Time
Thanks to Alan Larus