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Spiritual Solution

Long after I’ve gone –

As if that wasn’t bad enough –

Billions of years from now

The Earth will be engulfed by the sun

Which by then will be a red giant.

If not swallowed, then badly scorched.

Hopefully “We” will escape before then

With all our “Goods”.

 

But Trillions of years later

There surely will be no escape

When The Universe falls apart completely.

For it will thin into almost Nothing:

Frozen emptiness.

All our history, art, literature

Forgotten.

Death of Deaths.

 

No more Shakespeare, Beethoven, Einstein, Curie.

No Britain, America, World.

No Human Race.

Is there any hope of salvation?

Nothing in the Material World it seems.

Only, perhaps, a “Spiritual Solution”.

 

Paul Butters

 

© PB 29\12\2017.

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Written by
paul-butters
English
Published
Dec 29, 2017
Lines·Words
24·120
Notes

Sorry for being gloomy.

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#universe#earth#astronomy#spiritualism#end#death
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