Perspective #Poem by Jan Sand

At the age of about 6 back in 1932 I was astonished
At the revelation that we are all condemned to die
Without exception.
With time one can accommodate to that inevitable, but
Having come now to exist for 94 seasonal variations,
And reached this currency of expectation for general artificial respiration,
It is fascinating to witness much of the world facing similar thoughts.
The old nostrum that misery loves company retains little comfort.

The uninterrupted presence of the consciousness that all this
Is temporary, stains life itself as a rather bleak dismal farce,
A quick peek at the vast machineries of universal field acrobatics
That, at end, in Shakespearean conclusion, signifies nothing at all,
At least, from the human point of view.

This fascinating interim may not have been designed specifically
For human entertainment, but as a show, it rates quite well.
Deep participation in nourishment and reproduction with variations
Far outweighs all current artistic efforts to play games with perception.
Robots have yet to acquire the delights and horrors of emotion
But , no doubt, nerds will see to it to remedy that lack, so that,
Finally, humanity will have made itself totally obsolete.

That this human interim is completing its universal utility is apparent,
At least on this planet, and if life has managed to afflict other planets,
There is little doubt it will progress in somewhat similar patterns.
Conscious or not, there is an inherent intellect in field interaction
That will see to it that multiple possibilities will be explored
And our universe, playing with itself to immense enjoyment
Will progress through all its variations with total disregard for humanity.