Look at the sky,
wonder the world
absorb the nuances of each and every atom
that passes you by.

We are a one in a google chance
a roll of so many million-sided dice
that all landed on 42.
But that's decieving --
for every universe we exist in,
there may be 10^10000 we do not.
We just happen to be in the right place,
at the right time. For if we weren't,
we wouldn't be here to complain.

The Sun at the right place,
the moon correct, the water here.
PH levels a-oke!
And watch the procession
amoeba, water-dweller, land-dweller,
proto-primate, proto-human, then to us.

Fire so bright, death-dealing savior
till the land rained on with blood.
Writing, learning, killing some more
iron, paper, gunpowder gallore
Slowly and slowly and too fast to see
Arise, silicon revolution rose!
Awake, rainbow displaying window!
put the numbers in, haste haste!
kill or tell or convert as well
democracy or humanity!

And still, in all of this,
you can look at the sky,
wonder at the world,
and imagine each atom flying into you.

Numinous, isn't it?

And yet,
I wonder
why I
am damned.