Cocooned Within The Womb

This Cosmos is vast.
And has a multitude of dimensions.
Countless planets.
Trillions of Suns to call them stars.
Like that star we depend upon.
But not one Sun,
Sits in the center of this massive mystery.
A mystery,
Still expanding endlessly.

'You and your myths and craziness.
Where on Earth do you get this nonsense?'

If up is somewhere else to know it down.
And that down happens to be all around.
With no ending of it to have been found.
To surround both up and down.
This has to be a womb,
We are cocooned within.

'Everything has its limits!
Nothing exists in a 'foreverness' to permit.'

Not even ignorance,
Has proven that assumption.
And assumptions?
Assumptions are nothing more,
Than unending mathematical theories.

'Oh?
Then what is death?
An assumption?'

Have you ever been a caterpillar?
Minding your own business.
Then one day without warning,
You are suddenly cocooned.
To awaken to discover,
Surprised and shocked...
You have become a beautiful butterfly.
And you can't explain the reason why!

'No!
I have never been a caterpillar.
Cocooned and shocked,
I have turned into a butterfly.
Nor have I been strapped into a straitjacket.
And put into a padded cell.
Where I can fly as much as I want.
Until my wings have been clipped.
By being over medicated.'

Come on.
I'm serious.

'I know.
And I wish,
As God is my witness.
That you stop smoking that stuff.
Folks are messing their minds up.
Trying to leave Earth.
By any means necessary.'

Think about it.

'No, I will not.
The last experiment I tried,
Was marriage.
And neither one of the two worked out.
And then one day,
As I was wallowing away in self pity.
Something occurred to me.
I found a cure.'

A cure?
What was it?

'Happiness.
And the joy of knowing,
I had been set free from aggravation.
I actually had been addicted to aggravation.
Once that was gone...
The Angel of Peace of Mind,
Came from nowhere and left it with me.'

We are living within a womb.
A cocoon that is ever changing us...
Into something else more magnificent.
Nothing dies.
We live in one existence to be reborn,
Into another.
Don't you wonder about that?

'If I said yes.
Would you then be satisfied,
I agreed with you?
And then we both can go to a bar.
Have a few drinks.
And hopefully forget,
What I parents started!'

What do our parents have to do with this?

'Think about it.
I know if I was there...
This conversation we are having,
About being cocooned in wombs?
Would have never started.'

Hmmm...
You could be right about that.
There I days when I wish...
Pulling out would have saved me,
From my own regrets and anguish.

Pulling out?
Pulling out from what?

'It's too late to discuss that subject.'

Oh...
I think so too!