Sunday, April 12, 2015


            I know a theory now that rivals faith,
            More credible than what mere scriptures saith,
            Revealing that our essence is eternal
            Returning after death to realms supernal—
            Called the Akasha, in the Hindu term,
            Which holy saints and sages all confirm—
            Yet still I wish for certain evidence
            That such a proposition makes good sense
            Or, better yet, is absolutely true,
            Which would affect so many things I do,
            Leading me to prepare a strategy
            For navigating all eternity
            As if this mortal venture were a game
            And Homo ludens our appropriate name.