The concept of if is monumental;
it shows humans as beings of potential —going wrong, going right,
spilling our decisions over others like drinks in a bar past midnight.
All these things happen only by chance
and there are two ways to read that fact:
either God is Dead and Life is Shit
— or —
anything means everything;
from the faintest static in the radio
to the way you two first kissed.
Every atom ever aligned has done so by chance,
every idea spawned in your mind is built on thoughts in the past.
Never shake off the ancestors clinging to your back.
You are webbed into history for all of eternity;
let your if echo out in the night.
You are you by every situation life has put you though:
Fill in the blanks; we’ve all lived a little bit.
We’ve managed to make the best things accidentally:
the Chocolate Chip Cookie
a weak reusable adhesive
a cluster of cells bearing life
So remember we are only strings of coincidental meetings.
From atom to atom,
or Adam to atom,
or Adam to Adam and Eve.
If you listen closely
happenstance and circumstance
are what your heart keeps beating.
So listen closely.
“Maybe this was some kind of cliché
that had never been taxonomized before”
Read into the coincidences and notice the norm;
every moment deserves its own museum,
so curate your own collection.
Every 4 am awake’s a monumental accident.
We are series of cells addicted to cell phones,
beings afflicted by fatal mutations
caused by one twist of a gene.
And stories can twist by the turn of a word:
Did he die?
Or didn’t he?
We are the accretion of countless decisions;
a game of chance never brought to completion,
coins wheeling and glinting for as long as there’s air.
Our tales are told by idiots, full of sound and fury,
signifying everything but nothing.
If human beings are made of potential,
chaos unfolding is what brings us light.