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
