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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
A book cosmological prose poems. It is said that there was a time
when there were no men . . .
That we slowly came to be,
that we emerged into the order of things,
a product of that order,
a minded-something out of a mindless chaos . . .
That we did not thrust ourselves into being,
but simply awoke one morning
and were here . . .
That we are part of an emerging order,
a vast, mindless system of comings and goings
in a roulette-wheel universe.
. . . but the same fantastic energies
roaring in the hearts of suns,
are flickering persistently within ourselves
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
A book cosmological prose poems. It is said that there was a time
when there were no men . . .
That we slowly came to be,
that we emerged into the order of things,
a product of that order,
a minded-something out of a mindless chaos . . .
That we did not thrust ourselves into being,
but simply awoke one morning
and were here . . .
That we are part of an emerging order,
a vast, mindless system of comings and goings
in a roulette-wheel universe.
. . . but the same fantastic energies
roaring in the hearts of suns,
are flickering persistently within ourselves