| The Universe is My Mind |
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| Written by Jen Kwok | |
| Saturday, 14 October 2006 | |
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A poem dedicated to Irene Chou I had become accustomed to the revolution of constellations, and the convergence of giant gas clouds and debris the day I discovered a black hole in my mind. It appeared originally within a distant nebula as a point of darkness. As a child I had stared up at the night sky wondering, what such distant points meant how they could defy A science of being. It grew to my attention: over years through the star systems it swallowed an event horizon crossing vast landscapes that I found one day, embedded in the little moments of my daily life like washing a dish, like watching fireworks above a patchwork Buddha.  It is something both wondrous and terrible To see something you care about destroyed. It was my mother, who would warn me, as I slept one day, that my mind could never hold the universe. she told me: It repeated stories beyond our imagination into infinity, stories without morality, stories without end. I saw in the black hole something profound not only a gravity so powerful that it turned things inside me into anti-matter but a field of influence, that created stars, planets, galaxies. But what galaxies? The Chinese word for crisis means both danger and opportunity in the destruction of the past our lives from fragments, turn back to fragments transient, infinitely-inarticulate, yet knowable, fragments that breathe within us as we live. I dream about the universe once composed of A science of being sometimes, amidst the night sky and its exploding suns. |
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