For My Father

it is possible that the universe is as cosmology describes / that entropic forces will in some countless billion years disintegrate all that we “know” / leaving only silent / timeless / emptiness

it too is possible that there is nothing of which we can not “know” / that our imagination is truly limitless / that there is no other dimension of organization beyond our ability to comprehend

what i find troubling is that these two statements both use the word “know” / and i can not say at all what that “means”

we are exactly alike : we both hunger to “know” the nature of the universe / you search for it in the night sky at the greatest distances that can be described / i, here in my quiet snowy sanctuary in the tiny details of the day / they are the yin and yang / a cosmic pas de deux / two dancers / one ballet /