Even if there is other life out there,
the eternal question still remains:
why?

Is existence the only option?
And I don’t mean death as the alternative.

If not to exist, then …

I can only fathom my non-existence
atop an infinite expanse of gray static.

And there is the dilemma.
To perceive the great empty
implies consciousness.

Nothingness is dissatisfied
with the implication – the
inferred duality that insists
something be.

In a world of no light,
total ebon static,
we swim like silverfish
in a petri dish, bouncing
into matter.

Chagall 2018

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