My brain is small
In relation to universes.

And I know if I could dissect my brain,
Sure, I would find matter,
But I would find more space (than matter).

What does space DO?
How does it affect matter?
How does matter affect matter,
For that matter?

Matter bumps into matter,
Creating friction = heat.
Then, as matter must,
Moves away, to reveal, again, space.

Words are getting in the way of this,
Contemplation of what is
And how it comes to BE

The “it” of it.

I want to know how and why,
In addition to who, what and where?

Where is space,
In relation to itself, especially?
Does it merge with other space?
Is it infinite, so that when it meets itself,
There is no time or boundary?

How do we define space?
By adding more matter?
That’s what I do.
An empty house?
Nooooooo.
I add matter –
A couch, a carpet, myself –
For empty is simply space with no matter.

But is it empty, ever?

And when you are gone from me,
And there is only space between us,
Are we not, still, related, one to the other?
A bump, then, is never impossible,
It is the space that must be overcome.

But if space = nothing,
How is it that we are ever, truly, separate,
One from another?

And how would THAT thought change our reality?

03/04/2009

Author's Note: Really, I'm on a quest here....

Posted on 03/04/2009
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