for Duane Elgin
Suppose, I say, though don’t believe outright,
What has not yet been proven beyond doubt
But what seems true to mystical insight,
From which, sometimes, the seeds of knowledge
sprout—
Suppose, then, that the Kosmos is informed
By a mysterious intelligence
From which proceeds the energy that swarmed
Out of a black hole, gradually growing dense.
Thus random accident no longer must
Absurdly seem the cause of everything,
But rather some incentive more robust,
A consciousness of which old sages sing:
Plotinus, say, who saw all life embraced
By Mother Universe, thus blessed and graced.*
* “The universe is a single living being embracing all living beings without.” —Plotinus