The Cycle

I understand how Dawkins feels sometimes
Or Einstein when he said belief in the afterlife is for those afraid of death
It must be a comfort to believe there is nothing
What utter peace

Consciousness can be burdensome
Love weighs heavy too
Naïve materialism is a blessed relief
The responsibilities of an adult make one weary, endowing nihilism with such strong appeal

Indra did not want to admit he could yet become another ant
Perhaps better to die a god and dissipate
You can see why Cox yearns for the heat death
Without recognising it as another thing it is
A cosmic orgasm
The French called cumming le petit mort
We know orgasms can create life in the right context

Somehow life finds a way even in the rigid restrictions of the Goldilocks principle
The life goes on…
The cycle goes on…
It’s remorseless