Open Poetry #45 |
A Day in the Life |
AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
The multiverse (or meta-universe [metaverse]) is the hypothetical set of multiple possible universes (including our universe) that together comprise everything that physically exists: the entirety of space and time, all forms of matter, energy and momentum, and the physical laws and constants that govern them. The different universes within the multiverse are sometimes called parallel universes. The structure of the multiverse, the nature of each universe within it and the relationship between the various constituent universes, depend on the specific multiverse hypothesis considered. Wikipedia Trans-world identity A metaphysical issue that crops up in multiverse schema that posit infinite identical copies of any given universe is that of the notion that there can be identical objects in different possible worlds. According to the counterpart theory of David Lewis, the objects should be regarded as similar rather than identical. Wikipedia A Day in the Life The thunderheads, growling down from the mountains, put wings to his heels. The alpine meadow was flat, with no shelter, no haven. Deafened by the roar, he never saw the raw energy that was his epitaph. ...wings to his heels. He stopped, relieved to see the storm pass to the south, giving his valley a wide birth. He stopped to drink at the stream, then paused, puzzled by the rumble of the flash flood that was his executioner. ...wings to his hooves, as the slavering beast halved the distance between them. The cliffs loomed before him, and he launched himself into the air, embraced, and destroyed, by the red breakers of an angry sea. ...wings to her fins, as the sheer joy of her passage, sped her home, through crystal depths, to her family, pod, and students. She was old, but others of her kind lived long and productive years, after their genetic duties were done. ...wings in his mind, haunting him, and driving him to heights of thought, of speculation, of despair. Thousands of feathers pounding their insistence that he break, and finally rest, covered with their down. ...wings of the rampaging god, ravenous and eager to accept the sacrifice of his body. His tentacles writhed on the black stone alter, as the fire god screamed acknowledgment. Fear overcame pride, near the end, but he did not flinch. ...wings of the seagulls, gliding on updrafts above his hill. The wind, from a bay bejewelled by autumn sun, swept through his pines, and moved the frost-stiffened grasses. He sipped his coffee, smiled at the patient dog, and thought of other realities, and peace. Note: This is from a work in progress entitled "Quantum Shift" Sutra 93: Do not speak to me of Reality: it is a personal concept that varies with the Observer. --Jim's Guide to Enlightenment: The Complete Sutras [This message has been edited by AncientHippie (10-16-2009 03:34 PM).] |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
AH- oh yeah, keep them coming. I liked the intro info.~L |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I am enjoying your poetry very much, Ancient Hippie. Ida |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Lori and Ida. Thank you yet again. Jim Sutra 3: See your reality for what it is, not for what you think it is: this is the first step to making your reality what you wish it to be. |
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