| This poem appeared as the preface to Universal Minds. It seemed appropriate to insert it here. The author is unknown. I think, therefore I am. But am I alone? When I look towards the sky in the darkest of the night it beckons my curiosity. Are we, a small group, huddled together on a small whirling sphere the only ones who wonder? The universe itself seems to change because we ponder it. We change what we observe, and it makes us a part of the fabric of all that is. Are we the only shining thread that weaves and forms the tapestry of consciousness? If we are the sole island in the sea that has infinite size, we must know what this means. We must not allow ourselves to fade. Our island must not crumble. If we are alone, then if we died the lights would dim, and a darkness of complete silence would settle around a clockwork wheel that we call our universe. What if we search and all we ever find is ourselves? |