old, bearded guy in the sky
Mundi Epilog
‘Twas the Pope’s highest Cardinal [Sin] himself
Who’d ordered the assault on the Gray One,
And so the end was to be at hand,
But, on the other hand,
Graybeard had algae
And had flung it into the eyes of his pursuers,
Then patted the end of his horse.
The knights faltered and gave up the chase,
But the spiritual chasers appeared in their stead,
Stating unscientific theories,
Such as “God is”.
And then?
The Spiritual Chasers of God Arrived
Meanwhile, science was (re)written
To say that some ancient wise men
Had long ago discovered the weak and strong nuclear forces
While thinking about earth, air, fire and water,
Then correlating it to consciousness.
One of the ancient ones discovers a photon,
As well as the entire electromagnetic spectrum,
The strong force and the weak force,
Which corresponds to thought,
But they called it “Taurus”.
The spiritualists wanted it all,
And so they had to ordain themselves as “special”,
Above and beyond all the rest,
For that way they could be deserving
Of even more reward in the afterlife,
All this born out of their pride
Of their very own Divine Creation…
That they made up.
Graybeard had befriended some of the spirituals,
But had to use logic on some of those remaining…
From the top of a large weathered rock,
Graybeard cried out, “Where is God?”
Each spiritual answered in turn:
“He is between our heartbeats and breaths.”
“He is life.”
“He is the universe.”
“He is love.”
“He is everywhere.”
“All is of His illusion.”
Graybeard answered,
“You have said nothing but life is life,
And the universe is the universe, and so forth,
Just equating one real thing
To another name of an invisible thing
That is even quite undefined in the first place.
Who are you all that makest all of these words
Plied upon and on top of what is?”
“We are the spiritual chasers of God;
We label Him as anything and everything we choose.”
Old Gray, looking a bit like God himself,
With his long gray and flowing beard, continued,
“Are you human mammals of such recent vintage
So extraordinarily important and special
In the whole entire scheme of things
That took so many tens of billions of years
To stumble along in such as haphazard way?”
“Yes.”
“Do a trillion stars exist just to illumine your night?”
“Yes.”
“Do forty million species thrive just for your delight?”
“Yes.”
“And is all of space out there just for show, to glorify you?”
“Yes.”
“Did the supernovae stardust showers
Of the atomic elements write the names of future humans Across the sky way back when?”
“Yes.”
“Does every atom exist and spin to service you?”
“Yes.”
“Did Proto-men, and before them, and all, live,
Die and suffer only for your promise?”
“Yes.”
“So, then, every dinosaur,
And more, was condemned
So you could gain a space to live, war and kill?”
“Yes.”
“Does the sun shine with you in mind?”
“Yes.”
“Was Heaven’s Shrine built just to await your coming,
You being so special as to deserve a divine reward beyond?”
“Yes.”
“Oh my, religious ones, how vain and proud you all are!
What hubris, conceit, self-love, and vanity
Have you to claim such full self-importance!
To demand so much from the universe…
That you would even claim an angelic vapor that
Drives a living being, provides character,
Morality, and consciousness, on top of
A burdensome, fragile, and expensive
Organ such as a brain ne’er to be used?
It’s a silliness born from exaggerated
Self-worth, an invisible hilarity—
Becoming a merciless indoctrination.
May you all soon recover your humility.”
And such spoke the humble Graybeard to show
The truth of what we all are: mammal, organic;
Past narcissism and self-adulation,
To the bioelectrochemical organism
Evolved upon a planet near a star,
In the long and winding mindless way of
Slow time, dust, and selection by death that
Sifts the best from the rest: evolution.
And such did Analog once observe that
The creature out thinks the creator,
With inferior tools, to imagine a
Much more peaceful and enjoyful world,
And that it is emotion that creates
Delusions of heavenly scenarios of
Creation, and an existence beyond death.
These are lessons in humility to all
Mammals grown so high and haughty…
So… enjoy it all as though you will never
Know it again; for who is to say that you shall?
Only one spiritualist was left at the base of the rock,
But she had Graybeard surrounded…
With her words on evolution symbolized by the Bible.
“That’s it,” said Gray Newt, “I’m gone”,
And so he fired up his jet pack
And launched himself into the sky
Toward the white patches of vapor and fluff.
Some of the aboriginals now thought him a God—
And so he became the legend—
That God was an old white-haired [grey bearded]
Guy sitting on a cloud.
old, bearded guy in the sky