képek, betűk

every moment — despite the sadness of existence
is somehow, even so, a joy
that I can perceive
even if it is too complex,
a series of tricks played by my brain
still
the little I grasp of reality
even if it is only a caress
or a colour a flash of light on the rim of a glass
the squirrels in the garden
a cat in the garden, if it looks at me
one has to weep at the beauty
at the fact that from chance
all this loveliness came into being
which humankind destroys, ruins
which, if we do more than simply observe it
if we touch it: turns to dust, falls apart
I think I get why Fermi’s paradox is nonsense
because if an advanced civilisation exists
I would not detect it even if it were in my room
because advancement
does not mean becoming ever larger
but ever smaller,
artificial evolution
being a particle of clouds
tiny, tiny
using less energy
things which today
I cannot even understand
perhaps one day
humankind, too, will begin to evolve
to step out of the false illusion of growth
to abandon the status of imagined exceptionalism
perhaps...
but until then
I watch beautiful nature
in which even a beetle is more complex
than the greatest human achievement
and I imagine that one day
there will be a future
where humankind knows
how to create a beetle
not only to kill
to plunder
and to worship itself
in crooked mirrors.