Around 1978 something got into me, I guess after reading a science news item, to compose this statement in poetry form. I haven't had a similar urge since. For some reason I still occasionally mumble these words to myself like a mantra or just counting sheep. I should memorize some poems by dedicated poets.
I wonder at immensity
of space, of time, of me.
Am I immense?
I hurl myself away,
the earth a diminishing ball
in a galaxy wallpapered room.
And the time before a me,
Big Bang, back 4 or 5 trillion days they say
and still glowing all around.
Are we heading back to Big Bang?
Where would it be where everywhere was?
All in my head though I'm unborn and dead.