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A human life’s too short to comprehend
the purpose of existence. What we see
is just a slice of time and space. The end
defies our wisdom like infinity.
We needn’t solve the question to survive
to reproduce our traits through progeny;
by hit or miss, we found some ways to thrive
without enlightenment, in entropy.

So if a few have glimpsed a wider view,
and sensed dimensions strung beyond our own,
the vision didn’t prosper them – it’s true
perhaps, but useless. It may stay unknown
for all it’s worth – to further no one’s aim,
except an oddball digging through God’s game.

Incessant runs of solitaire I’ve played
for pleasure and unburdening my mind.
When I was young, I shuffled cards and made
a pattern on my table – I’d unwind
as colors intermeshed, and I would deal
the game repeatedly. Computers took
those jobs, but solitaire remained as real
for me as reading screen instead of book.

And maybe it’s just age and frequency,
but twice I’ve lost my bearings in a game.
I blanked on where I happened then to be,
what time it was: I sensed no shade or frame.
A moment passed and I resumed. But which
was that: a mini-stroke or flitting glitch?