Performed by Val Cole
POEM:
God took a wand
Dipped it into the life-giving liquid
And breathed this foam into
A giant bubble.
Surface tension growing and stretching
Clusters of bubbles forming within.
Stochastic processes
Vacuum fluctuations
Or genius planning?
It swelled and stretched
And undulated and dilated
Until it snapped
Scattering its contents forth,
Multiverses now nestled in hills and valleys
Of time and space
Twisting back upon themselves
Energies swirling ever faster.
Creating duplications of us!
Identical people, other people
Exactly like us down to the last cell!
Physical and mental copies
Thinking our thoughts
Moving in our bodies
Thinking they are us!
Living parallel existences
In parallel universes.
And thinking that they are us!
The multiverse
Really, waves in space.
Infinitely large
Replicating fractals
With more of us here
And more of us there.
The birth of our universe
Might have been less significant than we thought
Or much greater than we ever imagined.
All of our versions
In different manifestations,
Sometimes feeling alone and lonely,
Sometimes connected and loved.
Never imagining the possibilities
Of the bubble,
The multiverse,
The parallel me, us, we, and even you!
We ask ourselves now
(speaking, thinking simultaneously and not knowing it
yet truth prevails because it is)
Are we are part of a bigger … bath?
What about my “others”?
Would she (or they) be me
Or is she (or they) distinctly the same and different
At the same time?
Do I take myself seriously
When I know that I’m out there
Succeeding, perhaps, even as I fail here?
Is there a version of me that will survive
Whatever I do?
Is immortality out there
In the cradle of dreams and promises?
Did God create each of us
Reflecting, wobbling, floating, bobbing
Encased in iridescence—or not?
Heaven, a kingdom of magical orbs
Fragile, surviving, protected
Reflecting souls that are not dispensable
That are as unique as snowflakes?
The creator sighs, smiles, and …
Dips the wand once more.
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