4 January 2013
Little Jack holds a little seed, In his little hand. It's Nothing, just a little seed held by a little Man.
I toss it in the air, And it lands, And I tell my story, In universe, The best that I can:
Hours pass, Days pass, Weeks pass, months pass, years last a century, Centuries become millennia.
And then Little Jack sees a little shoot sprout a little way into a new age, A stalk appears, and then a leaf uncurls, And then in the veins of the leaf; a waterfall.
And through the crashing water I see a life form; A one cell amoeba. Evolving, Revolving particles of neutron and proton, Pin size intelligence in nuclei,
And millennia pass, And Little Jack spies another leaf with his Little Eye;
And there is Sea here, And mountains too, And plant like growths clinging to; Skin. And then suddenly, to Little Jacks delight, Everything begins:
More leaves, the stalk grows higher, Thickens, twists, and burns all the colours of a miracle, Volcanoes erupt and the earth bleeds fire, And suddenly Little Jack spots a little Animal, Clinging on desperately to a leaf's petiole.
1 animal becomes 2 2 animals become 4 And the little stalk from the little seed is no more; For here stands a tree; Covered in branches and leaves, And on every branch and on every leaf, Little Jack feels; Life breathe Little Jack needs; To see, Everything he ever Dreamed Would be;
Lizards and ants, bats and mice, Rats, birds, and bees, And bigger things than Little Jack; Goats, horses, sea porpoises, Narwhal, zebra, and monkeys swinging in the trees
The stalk rises higher, higher still, And when it reaches the clouds it will, Burst into bud, And Little Jack watches and marvels, As each bud opens up;
Here is a land, Little Jack will call Africa, And a little flower Little Jack will call Australasia, And another, up here, I will call Asia, Two more; Europe and the Americas.
And now Little Jack is higher than the clouds, Higher than the atmosphere; Ice cold plateaus stretching out into the stratosphere, Little Jack will name these The Arctic and Antarctica.
The stalk is slowing now, but giant stalactites are pushing him into the stars, And Little Jack is balancing on tiptoe on the tip of an ice spike shooting for Mars.
Why am I here? Why am I so scared? Why am I so lonely? Why do I despair?
And higher still Little Jack goes, To the Edge of Everything, Into the Unknown.
And then the stalk suddenly stops. Little Jack, on tip toe, nearly falls off.
Because here is God.
'Look into my eye', God whispers to Little Jack.
So I do, I do, I do want to do that.....
And do you know what I see?
I see in the eye of God, Little Jack holding a Little Seed.
And Little Jack breathes.
And God tells Little Jack, In universe; His story. The best that he can....
In Universe • Opuss № I