Random Accidents

@2018, Olan L. Smith

It is the fate of all to depart the train of life;

You get on, you get off. Now, what is next?

Once unaware the next thing you will know you

Will be you, most likely without a memory of who

You were. Even if you only believe in random mergers

Of stardust the universe is so vast that an recurrence of self

Is assured merely by mathematical calculations,

It is certain, over and over until the end of all.

If you believe in a helping hand to recreate self then all the

More we exist with surety. Nothing in this universe

Is ever lost, nothing subtracted and nothing added.

We are more than the sum of the whole, we are.