The Cause of It All

If looking backward were indistinguishable from looking forward, then perhaps our every origin would also be our ultimate destination... like a salmon whose birth place, alas, is also its grave: Phoenix, like Salmon. (FYI: Phoenix has some of the tastiest Lox.) Jet lag begged me to search from which direction 'Today' began. A voice within asked: "What caused the cause that caused it all? What caused the cause of all causes?" If the cause of it all (the All that ever was) were still coming to be, then wouldn't it also be older than all that's ever been, ever was... yet, younger still than all that's just now coming to be? Younger, even...than all that's not yet? If the cause of it all promised naught more than a mere possibility, a chance, equally likely, unlikely that would allow play to happen on a field of three dimensions-- four, for one with clock-- then would the cause be a cause that had caused, or the mere promise of a cause to be? How so? How so? I pondered in furry. How so? How so? I considered in frenzy. If all that is, this moment--NOW-- follows from what was before, then how might such ancient cause remain forever younger than all yet unborn, yet to be? Could it be that what caused what was to cause what is...is the same as that cause that still is... the same which caused... all that ever was? --Uncle Greg Perhaps my previous poem "The Tale of Izzy & Wuzzy" holds a clue?:) Written February 1st, 2002 © on Jan 31 2002 05:27 PM PST    0 • 12