Genesis

 

(Picture Credit - Tillhecomes org)

In the Beginning there was Nothing.

Then Matter appeared.

Movement Mothered Time.

Our Universe Expands.

But wait!

How could there be a “beginning” if there was nothing?

For if there was nothing there would be no time.

And if there was no time there could be no beginning, or “end” for that matter (excuse the pun).

 

So, the “Beginning” came about only when Time began.

And Time began only when Matter appeared and Moved.

The moment when Matter appeared and when Existence began we have termed “Creation” or “The Big Bang”.

The latter implies some “Accident”, some cataclysm that just happened “out of the blue”.

Or rather, The Big Bang occurred from Nothing.

 

“Creation” implies that some “Intelligence” made the Big Bang happen or otherwise designed our Universe (or Multiverse or Whatever).

Some would call this Intelligence “God”.

 

But who Created God???

Surely we have to Begin with An “Accident”.

Could we really Start with God?

Start with an Intelligent, Omnipresent, Omniscient, Omnipotent, Immortal, Sentient Being? 

Out of Nothing?

From Nowhere.

Nowhen?

 

It would seem unlikely.

Humbler beginnings seem more feasible.

An Accident indeed.

A tiny accident that leads to greater things: much, much Greater.

To the Evolution of God perhaps.

(It is possible that God hasn’t even Evolved into existence yet.

Maybe We are taking part in that very Evolution).

 

But then we arrive back where we started.

Back to the same problem.

How was there a Beginning without any Time.

How was there a Nothing without a Something (indeed without Existence)?

How did Matter just Appear from a Nothing which couldn’t Exist because there wasn’t an Existence, wasn’t a Something?

I just Don’t Know.

 

Seems the Universe is expanding into Space.

For there to be space there must be Something that defines that space, something surrounding that space!

Is our Universe in a test tube?

Or perhaps space is created once matter appears, such as that which constitutes our universe.

Space must be infinite.

I cannot imagine matter being infinite, even containing spaces.

Space must be more than “Nothing”.

Space has to be infinite,

Otherwise we would have to ask,

What is beyond space?

Infinity.

Eternity.

 

In short,

Existence,

Life and Everything:

It’s Impossible.

 

Paul Butters

 

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Jacob Gamble: My Great-Nephew (Clerihew)

 

(Jacob by his Mum Nicola)

 

Oh what joy.

A little boy.

Jacob so happy.

A cheerful chappie.

 

Paul Butters





Paul Butters Clerihew 1

(Me by Me)

 

Oh look it’s Paul Butters

Everyone utters.

Let him have his say,

Then send him on his way.

 

Paul Butters

Sergio Aguero - Clerihew 2

(Picture Credit - Sergio Aguero  by Express co uk) 

 

Sergio Aguero:

He’s my hero.

Title-winner against QPR,

The man sure is a Super Star.

 

Paul Butters

Poetry Writing

(Picture Credit - Writing by Macmyth)

 

As I lay dozing in my bed,

I write poetry in my head.

Playing the page with well-worked words,

A mix of adjectives and verbs,

My Voice it resonates with musical sounds

And my imagination knows no bounds.

I like that!

I declare,

So soon I’m rushing down the stairs

To grab my pad.

Scribbling it all down

Did I forget to mention noun?

Forgetting words is just the pits:

That sends me into raging fits.

I’m on my laptop soon enough

To add more verses, off the cuff.

Microsoft Word becomes my home

As now I’m really in the zone.

I just can’t stop myself from doing this I know:

All I can do is let it go.

 

Paul Butters

Meh



 

(Picture Credit - Crayfish Wordpress Dot Com)

 

Meh is what I say

When I feel that way.

It’s all in the expression:

That’s the lesson.

I ain’t a troll

‘Cos I say lol.

Our language is growing,

Toing and froing,

Ask old Mister Owen

(Our English Master back in the day).

I play these words

Along the page,

Hoping for a Golden Age

Of growth.

Not revolution, just evolution;

Some may say pollution

Even ablution.

The constitution

Of Progress.

 

Paul Butters

Mist

(Picture Credit - Long Lee in Mist by Myself)

Mysterious, mist-kissed hills dismiss my dismal disdain

For Life’s strivings in the ivy wired mire.

Budding blossoms embrace my burgeoning bliss-filled bosom,

As my soul soars into the seething skies.

 

My wings are beating with breathless wonder,

My imagination sends me to a destination

Beyond discrimination, defying appellation,

But not exclamation, at this elevation.

 

Smooth pools of cool blue hue contrast with cliffs

That overhang the huddled houses

Of the hillside village

On the way to who knows where.

 

The mists are shifting, ever drifting

Hiding everything

Except the mountain tops.

A new dimension might await us

Always moving as

Our journey never stops.

 

Paul Butters