“God not only loves to play dice, but confuses us by throwing them
where they can’t be seen.”
Exquisite Corpse: An Homage to Stephen Hawking
Oh! That the deepest, most troubling questions
are now sung by a zero-one voice.
In death’s black hole, where matter turns matterless,
he matters not less but more—
The universe can spontaneously create itself
out of nothing. The mind is a rapid expanse,
the body a slow collapse.
All-too-human no god ever fashioned,
he asks, what is our future as we emerge
from our past? The gods have been laughing
since Prometheus sat upon his rock, unable to see.
Can we hear the heartbeat in that digitized voice
that sings us the answer key?