Thursday, May 28, 2026

In the begining

In the beginning

was the Word,

and the Word

was God, said John.


And in the end

will the word be the

Large Language Model?

Or will it all be gone.


Just blips and bleeps

of binary noise escaping

from Adam to atom

road dust to stardust.


Imagine the first moment,

like an astrophysicist

or a mystic prophet does:

Formless void, darkness.

Perhaps all existence

dwelling within a single

infinitesimal point. a speck.


Until a mind imagines

what if that grain of salt

explodes into being,

nothingness blooming

into everythingness?


Volcanos and icebergs

planets of frozen gas.

Crab grass. Alligators.

Orchids. Sonnets and

diatribes. Post cards.

Graveyards.


And God was pretty amused

with all those dinosaurs.

Like a 6-year old kid.

Must have been.

Because He kept them

around for a real long time.

Until He turned them into

hummingbirds and vultures.


Maybe He got bored,

(if God actually is a he, I don’t

presume to know, it’s just

the conventional formulation)

So in the last few minutes

of the sixth day He made

two creatures who looked

like the way He imagined

himself if He had a body.


Gave them a garden

to see if they could find

a way to be. Eden?

That is indeed, in deeds,

the essential question.

We have the ultimate power

to answer in the affirmative

or the negative. Or we could

just wait around to see

what happens.


The ironic thing to me,

is even if we invented God,

God will live far beyond

our own extinction.


In blips and bits and bleeps of energy

emanating through the universe.

Captain Kangaroo and Sixty Minutes.

Wheel of Fortune and the Game of Thrones.

Bible, Quran, and Bhagavad Gita.


until it collapses into a single

infinitesimal once more.

Smaller than the period

at the end of this sentence.


Meanwhile, we have

oceans, rivers, and forests,

the aurora borealis,

and roses. Coffee.

Mountains and music.

Violins and violence.

Poetry and atrocities.

Sonnets and bonnets.

Day still becomes night.

Eggs from sweet hens

who are happy layers.


Prayers. Moments of pain

and moments of bliss

and the Holy Kiss

remains the one

that always bestows,

Love.


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