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Aleph-Null 2.0

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Aleph-null, the smallest infinite cardinal number

 

Extruded from a loving womb,
one is separate yet alive,
sweating at the fount of mother-milk
in an endless struggle
To survive;

Roaming a hostile peopled world
to find whatever proof one can
of storied human kindliness
and love for other than
the Self;

Where food and shelter and justice,
Are always private property
bought and sold cynically
with lies and bartered
Liberty.

Among shards of broken nations,
damned by a million deities,
for greed and sanguine sinning
in nature’s cruel race;
Or Winning.

One may logically condemn
The laws of jealous warring gods
And acts of baseless manly fear,
And claim humanity’s time is now
and Here,

Caring not if time reveals
If we are blessed or cursed
on this floating crust of earth
by eternal life, or death,
Or Birth.

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Aleph-Null

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The smallest infinite cardinal number:

 

Extruded from a loving womb,

one is separate yet alive,

sweating at the fount of mother-milk

in an endless struggle

To survive;

 

One roams a hostile peopled world

to find whatever proof one can

of storied human kindliness

and love for other than

The Self;

 

Where food, shelter, and justice,

Like goods or private property

Are bought and sold through

lies and bartered
Liberty.

 

 

 

Among shards of broken nations,

One is damned by jealous gods,

for greed and sanguine sinning

in nature’s cruel race,

Or Winning.

 

Sometime  in old age or youth

One learns that every being,

every object, every truth,

is an expression of

Oneself.

 

Alive or dead, every thing,

waits or wanders here on earth

in hope—and fear–that time will bring

eternal death; or life;

or Eternal Birth.

 

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