How would you like to follow me
Beyond the edge, racing over the event horizon?
I keep trying to achieve that tipping point
Where time, space, light and matter
Go somewhere else, beyond our pale senses
To perceive them or to know them.
It may be that Hoffman, Leary and Pollan,
Horsemen of the altered state,
Showed us the way to go and to return,
At least as far as our reality can perceive.
Where do we go when we sleep
To dream of phantasms strange to comprehend?
Such a simple thing to close your eyes
And drift away into a darkened land
Where all the senses become unhinged
And point to nothing and everything.
But this is still existence of a sort.
We do return.
Such a simple thing, to die
And extinguish the universe in a blink.
All our components return to basic parts
To be reduced, reused and recycled.
Is that be the reality of a black hole’s singularity?
All that “something” must go “somewhere”?
All our logic says it must be so.
Theology teaches us that there is another side.
There must be Heaven..
There must be Hell.
What if our logic has got it wrong,
What if our theology has got it wrong?
What if all we know, sense, observe, experience
Dissolves into a void, an unknowable singularity,
An unimaginably tiny pinprick in reality’s fabric?
A beginning without end?
An end with no beginning?
An endless expanse?
Expansion, contraction, then another bang?
What of logic?
What of theology ?
Follow me over the event horizon.
There’s nothing to fear.