When I was in my early twenties
And dumber than my dirty blonde
We talked about the “Secret of the Universe”
with solemn appropriate respect.
I said, “It will surely be a paradox,”
Having read about Black Holes being such
And feeling very clever.
Then we talked about the “Afterlife”
And feeling evermore clever I said,
“Maybe I believe in inter-galactical reincarnation!”
* * * * *
In the world of quantum mechanics
I,d like to pop the quiff
Gleefully, with zest
Jumping from Newtonian particles
To quantum interference patterns
(Or is it just the opposite?)
In my solipsistic observations
Of self and other, other and self
Free will and consciousness.
But when I am about to die I shall prefer
Parallel Universes and select the one
Where my possibility goes an and on . . . . .
No more paradoxical than particles
In the face of wave patterns.