The Beneficence of Santa Claus
Because it is what it is
and we will never fully understand it
the universe simply clouds our consciousness,
jokingly tempts our minds with its complexity,
showers us, like an overly generous Santa Claus
with tidbits of meaning,
scatterings of information,
as if it were all some fantastic “ Second Life”,
or an 11 dimensional internet
into which we are trying to tune.
Toys, it cries. Something
with which to play. Like three dimensional Go,
like a game in which the first object
is to figure out the rules. You are infants,
it says, but progeny of the stars,
the potential of a field
wherein seeds have been planted,
and one may hopefully anticipate
something more than a few straggly weeds.
You should accept the gifts it bestows, and
should taste its productions, despite their strangeness.