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Something From Nothing

I often have to wonder Why some pretend to know That life emerged from nothing, Twelve billion years ago. When you try to envision, How nothing might appear; Your every thought is something, And the truth becomes clear. Your mind can draw no reference, For how nothing might seem. It cannot be imagined, Nor witnessed in a dream. For it is non-existence, Absence of everything. Without something to start from, You can't create a thing. That leads to one conclusion, Which some have resisted. The force that created us, Has always existed. There would always be nothing, If it had ever been. Which indicates that something Had no way to begin. For beginnings and endings Are reflections of time. While that, which is eternal, Is boundless and sublime. Eternity is timeless, Completely unconfined. And science can’t imagine, What cannot be defined. If something is eternal, It’s the same everywhere. There would be no expansion, And no dimensions there. No empty space in-between Each dying galaxy, No universal center, Or source of gravity. Human thought is limited, To what it can explain. Science never looks beyond, The laws of its domain. But there is another force, At work within this realm. Which time cannot keep in check, And space can’t overwhelm. It is called self-awareness: “Sentient Energy.” It is the force that gives you Your personality. Why would the eternal force, That brought fourth everything, Including self-awareness, be lacking anything? If sentience were absent From the creative force, How could it exist in us, If there were not a source? For without the building blocks, It simply would not be. Only a discerning mind Is wise enough to see, That our universe exists, Without reason or rhyme. For everything within it, Is bound by space and time. A logical conclusion Is where one must arrive. We can’t credit happenstance For why we are alive. If you think my points are wrong, Then you must prove one thing. prove to me exactly how Something came from nothing.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 2/26/2011 5:03:00 PM
I am new at this website, and I don't understand anything I just read in the comments. Apparently, there's some history with this poem. Let me just say, this is absolutely brilliant! I love it!! Love the rhyming and the content. That absolutely took a lot of deep thought to compose. Nice work, Mark! Ellen
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Date: 2/26/2011 4:51:00 PM
Obviously I overestimated Edwin. I judged, and I was wrong in doing so. I actually believed he was capable of debating a topic like mine. Apparently all he was capable of debating was schoolyard nonsense. You said this, or you meant that; you’re thinking aligns with murderers, you’re a big bombastic baby. Seriously, IF I wanted a debate like that, I’d argue with an 8 year old. But that’s what he wanted to argue about, so I blocked him. Perhaps now we can regain a sane perspective.
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Date: 2/26/2011 4:40:00 PM
Wow brother, I was trying to leave a comment on this, but it said the poem no longer exists. Now here it is without the comments. What gives? Did you delete all the comments? That's what I would have done. Edwin was getting a little weird if you ask me, trying to justify his language mistakes like that. And what was with the obsession about what you said? I totally understood the "if" thing, but it seemed like he wanted you to be directing everything at him, maybe to justify mocking you. Oh well
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