Literature And Quantum Physics Poem by Lonnie Hicks

Mind spoke:

I have been the Driver of all history
for animal and man,
I've fueled Progress,
built cities,
discovered science
literature, poetry
all of this due to me:
Mind.

Imagination Spoke:

You Mind
are not of consequence
without me
Imagination.

Whatever spark might have
fired your brain
came from my fashioning
events in you Mind
to creativity,
to art
for you are merely physical seat
the vehicle,
But I Imagination
am the driver.

Body Spoke:

The two of you have no independent existence,
no living space
without me Body.

I am that temple
which houses you.

I am the physical portal
which interacts with the
world.
Whatever you can see or think Mind
or you Imagination, can imagine
is filtered thorough me Body
and flesh though I am
few doubt my ultimate power.

For surely as you both have your place
but both of you are mental most
and cannot walk or run,
build or make love;
toast friends or loved ones.

I Body
am sensation
and the Ultimate.

Heart Spoke:

For you three
there is a clear driver
in all this.
Me.

Humanity does not pursue
cold ideas, or body flesh alone.

Even Imagination bows before
Love's Goals
and these clearly foment
much of history.

The Heart is here the seat;
the clear destination
of this imaginary vehicle
driven by a universal need
to merge, with a Divinity
which in the end
only I
Heart represent.

Love is
multifaceted
motherly, fatherly, sisterly,
brotherly, heavenly
all are facets of Love
which lives in my-
the Heart's realm.

Most strive to reach my Land
and those who don't
are so destroyed
they, in my theory,
turn to evil and sin.

I am the true fulcrum of all History.

Soul Speaks:

You mind,
You Body
You Imagination
even you Heart
are all Corporeal.

I am the Mother
of all of you
Universal Soul;
the indescribable;
the Spirit,

the common thread
which unites all of you.

I am
the Father of the
Common Sense
which is taste, sight
smell, hearing and touch
all combined in the sixth sense.

I aligned with
my mentor Faith
and describe
the sea
in which you all swim,
but are oblivious to.

I am the Dark Matter
of your universe,
90% of the ocean
in which you swim.

The Poet Speaks:

For all you Archetypes
and your
products
none to me is more sublime
than the wedding of these
to Musics and Poetries.

Is it not apparent too,
that from these
comes a Unified Theory of Literature?

For is it not the case
all of the actors
in this
our play
exist
forming the basis of our literature
our cultures;
and our goal
therefore,
must be
to illuminate
how they all inter-relate
to form all the world
we know
in and outside of our
written histories?

Now it seems to me
that a crucial point here
is how then does
all this
relate to the Physical Universe?

If mind and brain
exist in this Physical Universe
how then to explain
the inter-relationships
that result
in Creativity?

Einstein knew:
and said it;
feuding with the Theory of Quantum Physics;
all electrons,
in all things in the Universe
inter-relate
and in all of the Universe,
every atom in my brain, and the electrons
therein contained
are in constant communication with every
other atom in all of the universe
and more,
move, both in
and outside of this Universe
to Universes
which exist
in parallel
simultaneously with this one..

We exist
in this Universe
in our world
at the galaxy level
and at the sub-atomic level;
but this existence is inherently unstable
meaning atoms and electrons
move freely between these
multiple Universes.
to which we are
all connected.

Think on that for a moment;
before you realize-
if even marginally true
explains how a poem comes to be;
literally it is Imagination
plucking ideas from my mind
in this universe
and melding
with those with ideas
perhaps from another.

Which in the end
is the only explanation
for Creativity:
that is
in thinking
we cause something to exist
from seemingly nothing;
nothing defined
as coming from some place else
into our world-
into our existence.

And I ask
where
therefore
did this
poem come from?

Or even this phrase
since milli-seconds ago
it did not exist
at least
in this Universe.

Simply put
the most profound question
in the universe is:

What are ideas
and where do they come from?

And how do they in fact create
what we know as literature?

Hummm,
Much To Ponder.