The Dark Forest: Literature, Philosophy, and Digital Arts
Homo habitans, the dweller of habitats;
or place dweller. Fitting name
for that spherical being on Terra firma
for whom earth is always and ever
the horizon of return; even when
we gaze upon the moon we know it as ours,
as if the silence of the stars were not enough to say:
“Oh, by the way, you’re not the owner of eternity!”
But of course the planet creeps around the sun,
the sun around the darkness at the center
of our galaxy, but we who walk the globe,
or in our jets so swift and bright wander
the perimeters of our abode seem unwilling
to acknowledge the endless ocean of the night
beyond us. Why is this? Do we think we have rights
to everything we see? Are we the masters
of our minds that we can fit infinity into a wine glass,
or a little artifact of…
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