What use would it be to see the burst of molecule numero uno?
Is it the confidence we could recreate the conditions? treat
death as a toy?
Or would it explain the feeble questions; who, when, where,
As much value as to witness all the changes, I suppose:
the first life snuffed out that was not disregarded carrion
but selected loss -- pain's awakening.
Or first love, truly. Some chain the possessor clawed at -- challenging the
By scraping their thin film of reason deciding "What is this? What?" the
still to touch one furry shoulder tenderly (or in just raw fascination), to
against it's connected back.
Conversion from desire for shiny stones to warm bodies; strengthening
to more than the feeding of flesh in sex. The maternal cradle, social
transforming to a delight in conversation.
Or in Freud's sense, the goal would not have changed,
just the complexity in obtaining it.
Perhaps the utilization would be to satisfy our curiosity
in the rearranging of events:
can we control each section of destiny, history, advancement?
what state would we enter now
if one gray-yellow afternoon
a negligible brown girl of the small, secret tribe
in what was then the
iced hills coating Texas,
had begun to form the paradox of god,
and not crouch, fold into a ball of
warmth, and nap instead?
"I hate quotations, tell me what you know."
[This message has been edited by grandiloquent (edited 09-03-99).]