Out of the dust, from the vanished particles
Out of existence, illusion of reality we are immense
The rhetoric essence, story of life that could never exist
We emerged, evolved, seeking the wisdom
In the multiverse, a cosmic commencement
The living pattern in living cells
When it’s the last stand
The last shift of authority in our life
It’s when, in data we trust.
It’s that time, that age, that era
We recite the eternal words
Of the last story to be told
* Tanfust-nneɣ means ‘our story’ in Amazigh/Berber language.
Image courtesy of Isabelle Ribe.
The rest of the stories in qmunicreate #11 can be found here.