.
If this thing we’re in
has no beginning,
center, end or edge,
why would we ever
.
have to hedge a bet?
Infinity is on our side –
can get us anything
we want because it
.
can’t not always have it.
Distances are moot,
there is no time,
and size can’t matter.
.
That’s the soul of it.
We’re connected by
existence to the whole
of it. But let us, for
the game of it, set up
the pins of our resistance
to a goal, contrive
a ball that fits our
fingers, aim, and bowl,
and watch while
the resisting pins
rescind their haughty
spin against the thing
we’re in, and scatter.
Existence freely serves
itself up on a platter.
.
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