A Plague in Miracles

The unimaginable dance of chaos with
order, matter with energy, the
interconnectedness of everything
that shows up in Bell's inequalities,
the utter dumbfound of the questions
about personal agency -- if all
of this is not enough to
make you swoon
at the complex emergent phenomena,
then, I guess, be my guest and
make stuff up. It doesn't change
that man's march has been
consistently (or so) towards the
un-magic-fication of reality.

(You wanna call this unreality?
What are you doing here then?
How's that free will feeling?)

Then comes some pissant to blame
my wrongheadness, my faulty outlook,
my inability to live fearlessly
(good luck surviving without hesitation
-- some might say it's fear leads to
intelligence) for my contracting
this or that or the other disease.

Again: there really is an impressive
spin of probabilities, of balancing
equations, of reconfiguring (praise Zeus!)
that goes into this ...
Edifice of Actuality
and it contains suffering.
Can your heart?
without imagining penalties?

— joystjohn