Nothing, Something and Now

Supposing the two alternatives on an afterlife
That there either is something or there is nothing

I would assume that in the path of nothing

The debate is moot; in the path of something  

 

I would imagine that the something would include

The probability of continuing iterations

As a single afterlife would cascade into another and another

The purpose again being moot  

As one of this universe or another or this body or another

The memories are structures of biology the acts potentially

Constructs on the spirit tagged with a human preoccupation with justice

As if the acts of others somehow reconcile with ours so that we are ranked  

I find such penchants juvenile and the machinations an irresponsible geometry

The mathematics simply do not hold in reversion to a oneness wherein

Any such consequences invariably cascades into the present

Into the self, independent of the reality of the self perceiving such impact  

However in pondering the afterlife path of the something and

Considering the probability of numbering such events I would imagine

That the majority of us, including myself would be in some iteration numbering

Greater than the first if such paths do exist  

We can fathom karma or reincarnation on this planet in a myopic quest for justice

Yet I distance from such measures of recompense as the numbering placements for life

Will always outnumber the active iterations of life as to imagine equality,  

Would see no new creation and the number of grandfathers

Dying in the complement of universes would have to equate to the number of grandchildren born in a given time, on a given date, such balance would appear to balance the burden of weights a spirit carries in this world, which of all things I find the most impossible  

For it is clear there are men and women bearing greater burdens than others,

Those who we dub blessed or cursed in an abundance of ease or arduous penalties

Sin or the dreaded-karma is used by neophytes resounding, ‘everything happens for a reason’

Or ‘what we do to others will come back to ourselves’ to which I retort 

I have never seen this, there is no evidence that the good are rewarded or the evil are punished

This is folly to thirst for lonely justice, which on each death bed after expiration to this next iteration or into nothing would be commensurately un-provable and left to unending debate  

So in this now, there is no need for justice, it is pure immaturity,

The dignity we afford to the weakest among us dictates our strength

It is in this principle to which we are married, not to a cosmic eternal justice

But to the recognition of what we are  

So in this the manifestation of the next is as irrelevant as when taken in far enough perspective

That time is irrelevant, there will never be tomorrow

There is only now, our choosing and our un-choosing of what was previously chosen

So that we are perpetually in the crucible of passing what we see as our point of judgment  

When in fact, we remain always in confirming or debating or reversing what we previously

Considered the moment of our definition; it is in this bed in which we live

Ever so, ever now, ever in balance with dignity of our previous paths, our future paths

Our current now we are choosing, always choosing; who we are as a super organism  

We witness, we taste, we hear, we smell, we see, we touch, we are aware and unaware at once

This is irrelevance of worry cascading into our decisions

This is the altar of the how we choose to respond to which we will never depart