Science was my religion
I was its altar girl
Depositing pieces of my heart
When the basket passed by.
Like dogs chasing our tails
On treadmills of our own making
We seek to conquer that which we cannot understand
Desperately battling death, illness, and each other
We were Child Soldiers of separation
Kidnapped from the garden and sent off to war.
Assuming any point of view is blindness
Giving birth to a bubble world and all its problems
The hard problem of consciousness was never hard
It never existed at all
And what of our precious human brains?
The grey rubbery biocomputer that is
Deathly afraid of its own creations?
An infinite reflection, seeking to master itself
Trapped inside the fun house of infinite regression
The observer is the observed like turtles
All the way down
Light never actually becomes a particle
Without the assumption of an observer.
Only Pure potentiality surfing the
Wave between 1’s and 0’s.
Without a point of view, there is no world
Without a center, there is no war
Yet I was following the blind leading the blind
Until I marched off the cliff.