...for then the vast pageant of the universe would be over.—Virginia Woolf
Scant need for prophecy — with a future curtailed —
and just shavings of salvation for the taking.
We need no longer write for each other—
rather for a putative intelligence
that may unscramble our residues someday.
What would they care for intricate inquiries into our chemical-alchemied affects?
We can speak to them in simple terms,
the basics they need to know.
We bore children
and loved them.
We tried to balance civilization with fairness
and failed.
Andy Oram
April 2, 2019