EVOLUTION'S GESTURE

The distant past

(time no one alive today has experienced)

has no meaning

beyond the one it has to us;

those who lived it are gone.

We might owe them,

yet our debt is unpayable.

Remembering them,

recording their names and lives,

what died with their stopping heart,

brings nothing to them;

they have gone to the primal void.

Only the existence of a living mind

brings meaning

to the knowledge of past events

and people. 

A living mind weaves

the most fragile webs of thought

to briefly shimmer

in the fleeting moments

that will die with us.

We can't fight this loss,

we can't accept it -

this erasure

when all we are

is existence monitoring

what happens,

trying to understand

what took place

and why.

We are evolution's futile

gesture against time,

against the end of everything.

10.09.2019