and He created the space-time continuum
Each year, the McRib makes a brief visit to Earth
Its arrival elicits reactions ranging from horror to awe
And suddenly we were back in war
which for most of us was a better deal than our real lives
It was wide-ranging and fun
It’s the war, and everybody’s in uniform
and everybody’s entertaining troops
More than a little preoccupied by what gives on the “other side”
I’m about to do some investigating of my own
being and nothingness, death and eternity
the question of the soul and its direction
When people imagined the future, they imagined
flying cars, teleportation devices and robots
In truth, there’s nobody sitting around plotting the future
In the end, everyone and everything in the multiverse is unreliable