through science's grainy spectacles <br />the cosmos collapses into probabilities, <br />but Man, one of the highest improbables, <br />is beyond observed observers' observing. <br /> <br />even that final, mysterious transformation <br />of mass into Light, and then Intelligence, <br />mathematical alchemy of quantum gravity, <br />can't convert all into a Kosmos conscious <br /> <br />of Itself, a Being whose constitution, <br />the Tree of Life, is an Intelligence free <br />balanced at all times, at all points. <br />science is silent on matters that matter <br /> <br />most. too, when keats wrote 'Beauty <br />is truth, truth beauty, '* he might later <br />have added that both of them are good. <br />from alpha to omega, conscious ascents <br /> <br />of consciousness pressure us- so what <br />side of the looking glass are we on? <br />with eyes open we behold an infinite mass <br />of light. close them for an instant. <br /> <br />the cosmos disappears. instead, we pass <br />into intuition and, through its reflexive <br />screen, discover nothing changed since <br />the big roar began. here, within the <br /> <br />motionless Mind within ever-in-motion <br />Light, at the vital heart of the Kosmos, <br />is a power of attraction, an action <br />we quaint call Love. from the physicist <br /> <br />and his fuzzy particle, to the artist <br />and her feel for beauty, Love is the Law. <br />its gravity is a desire for order and unity <br />in diversity. since time began not one dot <br /> <br />has been added to nor subtracted from it. <br />it is now, ever was, and ever shall be <br />the same. and that is all we know. <br />and that is all we ever need to know. <br /> <br /> <br />* John Keats (1795-1821) : Ode on a Grecian Urn <br /> <br />75/ october 28,2012<br /><br />doug bentley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mystic-journey-gravity-2/
