I was hanging out with some philosophers this weekend at Theology Beer Camp.
Here’s a sonnet that fell out of my journal.
The Hard Problem of Consciousness
Are we just flukes of impossible chance?
Could something as uncharted as my mind
Emerge from concrete churn of cosmic dance?
Colliding into consciousness to find
Eternity’s blind dream seated now
In time and me – alloyed with all that’s true
Just here somewhere between my ears somehow?
I don’t pretend to know, but when I do
I will begin beginning from the end;
Reversed rehearsals of my faulty claims
Will brightly burn in solar flares again,
Creation’s ever newness just the same,
As when the world was new and I was naught,
But still becoming just as all God’s thoughts.
You can listen to me read it here
https://soundcloud.com/benwhitepoetry/the-hard-problem-of
Today, if you hear his voice 