An infinite jest

How crazy it is
This point of consciousness
Travelling through space and time
On a ship of meat and bone

How crazy it is
That there is something
Rather than nothing

That in this something
There is an I
With eyes to see the something
And a mind to create
The beauty from the something
That would be nothing
Without the eyes
Attached to I

When this ship crashes into earth
Becomes the dust again
From which it came
Will I also become
Nothing again

Or join again
The nothingness
That is something
Beautiful
In this infinite jest
That is life and death