Is Schrödinger’s cat dead and alive?
Does evolution explain the start of life?
Can naturals make 2 + 2 five,
Or bacteria make a metal fife?
Is it safe to go piñata with a hive,
Or ignore and let a fungal infection thrive?
Can a human claim to have dog feelings?
Or the rind of oranges be potato peelings?
Can a wheat plant bear maize seedlings
In Antarctica, Iceland or the Straits of Bering?
But there is dumber yet:
Who sowed the farmer?
Who sewed the seamstress?
Who baked the baker?
Who raked the gardener?
Who fried the chef?
Who dyed the stylist?
Who fabricated the engineer?
Who programmed the programmer?
And the worst of all:
Who created God?
(c) nyonglema
The question remains: is there a carpenter?
Nails walked into the wood at right angles
And just at the positions and length to hold
Bars together. The bars themselves came off
The tree's intestines, in fitting chunks of
Lego magic. Baby skin smooth they came
Together and in went the nails. They came
12 of them, in 6 sets of twins, with a specific
Spontaneous destiny: to become part of the
Mindless chanceful event of a chair.
They came together in unplanned sequence
Such that it was done right and looked good.
But the angles aren't right, and the joints
Sing their pain when one tries to sit.
This thing looks like it might fall apart.
The splinter in my finger tells the chair
That it didn't polish itself right ... Then
I ask myself:
Could this have been a misstep of nature?
A random event?
Probability of 12 pieces of wood being right
Probability of them arranged just right
Probability of nails shaped and long just right
Probability of 12 nails going in just right
Probability of this holding together?
I've been told that a crappy chair
Is the proof of the absence of a carpenter,
But did the chair just spawn itself or
Or was it just a crappy street corner carpenter?
(c) nyonglema
Words from today to stir a new tomorrow from yesterday
waghni 