As soon as you get used to being here
They tell you about over there.
They point you up to the night sky
With its myriad of lights
And tell you it's only part of the story
There's more and more
And then even more.
As our small brain grasps
At the vastness of the ever expanding
Universe we diminish in size.
It was so much easier back then
When God was sitting among his angels
On the other side of the primum mobile
And like a big clockwork toy
Everything revolved
And we knew our place
And because we'd been bad
And started getting erections
The men that is
So we had to be punished
And we were thrown out of the forest
Away from all the hanging fruit
And were left to our own devices
Which usually meant killing each other.
So now we are to the universe
As my tiny fly
Flitting around the light on my desk
Waiting to be squashed
Or sprayed
With something toxic.
The bigger the universe gets
The smaller we become.
How many light years is it
To get from here to there?
I may not have time.
Perhaps a large finger will come
And squash me.
Quite where are we now?
Are we here or there?
Welcome to the changing universe.
Neither here nor there.