What We Don’t Know
Could it be that existence is emergent, dimensions constantly diverging, while people pine here working?
Is it only yesterday flashing somewhere, right now out there farway, passage no more than radio waves?
Is there a part of me currently, vibrating solarly, cosmically, through quantum flickery?
Does information have matter? What's left that black hole scatter? Will the universe crunch after?
Can you break the behavior of a photon, force time to go back and slow down, so you and Hawkings can have a showdown?
Was the big bang really the start? Why isn’t everything flying apart? Is space time some cosmic fart?
Does it matter? Well - we don’t know.
Is there more to this? Well - we don’t know.
Could reality shatter? Well - we don’t know.
Is there a point to this? Well - we don’t know.
Questions of the times living currently.
Things we may know and some things we’ll never see.
Humans live on finding the unknown.
Does our mind will existence as an illusion, times tempo set only by our own perception, vibrating particles pushing our interpretation?
Why is space time always expanding? Less light for vision ever landing. Is solitude the outcome of universal planning?
Is there any intelligent life out there, spying on us monkeys in our underwear, as we are slowly dying by thinking with our derrieres?
Will heat death consume the universe, leaving us cold and frozen in darkness, no twinkling time left for any last brightness?
Is reality really just a simulation, where it is us who they are researching, studying civilization for their own beginning?
Why does the background not match the constant? What is really behind the event horizon? Is this the final plane our lives are on?
Does it matter? Well - we don’t know.
Is there more to this? Well - we don’t know.
Could reality shatter? Well - we don’t know.
Is there a point to this? Well - we don’t know.
Things we ask, and research sees.
Evolving understanding constantly, but still there are Mysteries.
Humans live on finding the unknown.