Epic

The rise and inevitable fall of Man

"In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him."

     -- Friedrich Nietzsche

 

 

…Dawn…

 

In the seas of all existence¹
In the dreaming of a God
Winds blew empty o’er the oceans
Thoughts of essence in the distance
Laws of nature still unshod²

 

Then the breath of life was exhaled
And the spark of being lit³
And the latent laws of essence
Now were chosen and unveiled
Now the course of nature writ⁴

 

Then that pure seed ontologic
That young seedling, it did flower!
It sprung forth with wild expansion⁵
Smoothing out existence’s fabric⁶
Mighty in its size and power

 

Now did cool the new creation
And the seething parts combine⁷
Sparkling clear the face of being
Uncoupled now―Oh, light’s elation!⁸
Now can stars begin to shine⁹

 

It was then that it was ready
For the next step, the transition
All the forces four were now set¹⁰
And with dancing, whirling eddy
Readied worlds for their fruition

 

On this sea of desolation
On this roiling pot of woe
What should be the expectation
…What would nature dare to sow?

 

 

…Garden…

 

In the quiet, in the darkness
Softest winds caress the plain
On this orb yet all is silent
With a blankness nearly endless
Emptiness alone doth reign

 

In the waters of the ocean
In the sparking of the skies¹¹
Life bestows its greatest kindness
And instills its magic potion
Clay of earth can now arise!

 

Now in valleys, in the waters
Teeming life is ever found
This, the dance of life unfolding
And the creatures, sons and daughters
Profusion of life’s kiss, profound!

 

There across the green of orchards
There across the fields of grain
There stands Man, unexhalted
Guarding herds from fiercest leopards
Standing naked in the rain

 

Then through thought Man’s spirit rises!
Up to heav’n his sight he trains
To o’ercome his life so lowly
Seeks he truth and wisdom’s prizes
Knowledge now his life’s campaign!

 

Now arise his works and cities
All the world his full domain
Still he sulks in quiet wonder
As the gods look down in pity
For his life he can’t explain

 

Through eons of revelation
Through the rising power of Man
Will his knowledge prove salvation
Or…shall he end as he began?

 

 

…Dusk…

 

Gaining knowledge never ending
Man ascends his royal throne
His visage o’er the land extending
Seemly his godhood pending
…But for pride must he atone?

 

Subjugating lands and planets
Exploring all the vast unknown
Man goes forth and gathers forces
Celebrates with bounteous banquets
His mastery of existence shown!

 

But Man’s dominion can’t continue
For while great, his reach finite
He can ne’er o’erstep his station
Though by will he strains his sinews
Feeble loins lack needed might

 

Thus turns Man to introspection
For he boasts he knows his mind
And banishing the world external
To lofty thoughts he gives reflection
To conquer reason now resigned

 

But argument and high abstraction
Prove native thought to be unclear¹²
Hallowed reason―false elation!
Man’s poor mind a barren station
With weakness rife, with truth austere

And so in sorrow, Man dejected
Cannot master what he may
Wanders, he, through empty courses
All his hopes and dreams rejected
And ne’er he master of the play

 

And so through ages stretching outward
Man must wait and bide his time
Ponders, he, on all his failures
And his grave face now cast downward―
Exiled, he, from goals sublime

 

Spreading thinner, ever thinner
Space expands ‘til naught is left¹³
To hollowed gods we raise our voices:
“Pity Man, the prideful sinner
Soul adrift, of hope bereft!”

 

Then with final throes of being
Man’s corpuscles start to fail
For within the laws of physics,
Naught with mass can e’er prevail¹⁴

 

So it’s final and it’s finished
Crucifixion on life’s cross!
Now the world is much diminished―
‘Twas destiny to see Man lost!

 

 

…Epilogue…

 

What’s the purpose, what’s the reason?
Is it known, can you explain?
I have looked for all the answers
But, in truth, I looked in vain

 

For with science and full passion
I have tried to answer all
Still it seems that in their fashion
All my reasons just appall

 

Is it not for Man to know, then?
Will we reach a strong locked door?
I can barely stand to know, then!
…It’s “not knowing” I abhor

 

Still I have no choice in living
For this life was given me
I find in knowledge no thanksgiving
And hope in death that I’ll be free

 

And in summing all my knowledge
Writing down my poetry
It seems to me there’s no advantage
All words empty balladry

 

So I wait--I cannot do else!
Passing time on life’s great sea
In good time when death in me swells,
Grateful, join I eternity

 

So is this, then, Man’s sad story?
At dear expense did life arise
And I for knowledge mined life’s quarry
But in the end naught’s left but sighs

 

And when I rest me through the great night
Winds o’er existence blow once more
…Await, I, thundrous cracks of insight―
New universes to explore!

 

 

©2008 Richard Puetter
All rights reserved

 

 

Notes:

 

^[1]The modern view of physics is that our current universe may be a specific selection out of an endless range of possibilities existing in a “multiverse” of possible universes and that universes are continually born, filling all the possibilities of existence.

 

^[2]Before the “Big Bang” that formed our universe, the laws of physics that govern our world have not been set, i.e., selected out of all possible sets of allowable physics in the “multiverse”.

 

^[3]The “Big Bang”.

 

^[4]Once the laws of physics are selected, the course of the world, it's physical possibilities, are set and fixed.  This determines in large measure how the universe shall evolve, and whether life can form, etc.

 

^[5]Early in the history of the universe, physicists now believe there was an expansionary phase in which the universe expanded extremely rapidly in the blink of an eye.

 

^[6]The expansionary phase smoothes out space and dilutes rare particles.  The existence of an expansionary phase explains the observed smoothness in the primeval microwave background and the rarity of exotic particles that should exist, but which have never been seen, such as magnetic monopoles. Direct evidence of the expansionary phase of the Universe was revealed in early 2014 (along with evidence of the existence of gravitons) by the BICEP2 experiment in Antarctica (and UCSD was part of this effort). This microwave telescope looked for polarization in the microwave background and discovered "curl" in the polarization, which can only arise from a non-scalar field such as gravitons. What a marvelous time we live in.  First detection of the Higgs boson in July of 2012, and now this.  What additional new wonders await us?

 

^[7]Once the universe has expanded sufficiently, the matter and antimatter annihilate, heavy particles decay, and charged particles recombine.

 

^[8]Once the universe recombines, it becomes transparent to light, and now light can freely travel across it.  At this time, the microwave background decouples from the rest of the matter and is still pristinely preserved today, allowing us to probe the state of the universe at a time roughly 300,000 years after its creation.

 

^[9]With atoms recombined, interstellar gas can cool and condense, forming the first stars.

 

^[10]There are four forces in nature: (1) gravitation, (2) electromagnetism, (3) the weak nuclear force responsible for radioactive decay, and (4) the strong nuclear force responsible for the fusion of nuclei.  At the formation of the universe all of these forces were of the same strength and indistinguishable.  As the universe cooled, the forces changed in strength as the universe went through a series of phase transitions.  Separation and distinction of the four forces is necessary for life as we know it to arise.

Well, new news.  It seems there might be a fifth force, but now between dark matter particles.  There seems to be at least two type of dark matter.  That which does't clump as much and that which clumps more.  Clumping more would requite a force to "radiate" away energy (so it can clump more).  This would require a fifth force of which we're unaware, and which would not "effect us" in a significant way of which we'd be aware.  Lot of secrets still out there, everybody.  Keep watching!

 

^[11]It is currently thought that lightning was instrumental in providing the chemistry necessary for life to arise on earth.

 

^[12]Even Man’s most highly regarded work of intellect, mathematics, is now known to be “flawed”.  Mathematics is incomplete, i.e., there are true statements that in principle can never be known to be either true or false.  In other words, the methods of mathematics are incapable of discovering the truth of everything, and this has been proven mathematically!

 

^[13]We now know that space is expanding with increasing rapidity.  Eventually the universe around us will be extremely diluted of matter and energy.

 

^[14]Eventually the matter that everything is made of, including Man, will decay into massless particles.  It is now thought, for example, that the half-life of the proton is somewhat greater than about 10³⁵ years.  For massless particles, since they travel at the speed of light, time never passes.  So they are the ultimate and only immortal and stable particles.

Author's Note

My thoughts on Man, who we are, and our place in the Universe.

Reviews

[The Thracian]

I maybe am nit picking but I would work some on your punctuation - Yes I've only read stanza numero uno, but I couldn't help but feel the unease of it all.. sorry.

In the seas of all existence1,
In the dreaming of a God,
Winds blew empty, o'er the ocean,
Thoughts of essence in the distance
Laws of nature still unshod2.

Acknowledge this as a normal sentence instead. In the seas of all existence, in the dreaming of a God, winds blew empty, o'er the ocean, thoughts of essence in the distance Laws of nature still unshod. Reading it like that, don't those commas make you itch? I would have it like so : In the seas of all existence, in the dreaming of a God, winds blew empty o'er the ocean; thoughts of essence in the distance, laws of nature still unshod. However, instead of that last stanza you've the option of swapping distance for "distant" to continue onto your next line. I really do apologize about the frivolity of my remark, I just get itches sometimes.

I also found your first stanza interesting in that... it makes me wonder if you are mocking someones in a subtle manner. It could easily be seen as the prelude to all beginnings, which can't exist without it's own beginning.... which implicitly happens right after it. It's quite a beautiful strophe none the less. Just a curious one knowing you. Ah. I have failed at seeing your message I suppose... it could be that the sea our existence swims in, subsisted before time itself.. in those strange mind-bending ways. Perhaps it isn't as out of character as I initially suspected... However, your use of unshod is quite shabby. I get what it's for, which I've no reproach about, but it makes Man sound like God, if you understand where I am coming from.

Hehe.. I quite enjoyed your second stanza for I have seen this idea, fate by means of calculation, in a book I've read. I'll go a limb and assume you have as well, being as it was quite a great hit back in the day and I would assume you like science fiction, for what it was at least. In Dune, there are these people called "Mentats" who are basically human super-computers. The main character initially (and by this I mean within the first book) shows qualities of being a mentat, which he later turns into a prescient capacity of calculability by means of a melange explored on a planet. The sad truth within the book is that Paul, the initial main character, has such a thirst for knowledge that life itself seemingly loses meaning when he realize that though he can predict the future, he fails in being able to change that future because of his knowledge. Call it suicidal-faith, or belief in the truth. His son however, sees this flaw in his father and ascends to a higher logical existence - by means of inverse exploration of the spice, the melange (instead of going to seek knowledge of the future, he becomes history itself, wherein he becomes what is known as a Shai'Hulud, a Maker, a sand worm that produces the spice. I also forgot to mention that, like oil in our world, that spice just happens to be what makes the world go 'round in that book. I believe one of their sayings in the book is, "He who controls the spice, controls the means to all life."). It might all be more clear if you read the book, which I strongly suggest you do if you haven't already. But I basically enjoyed how well Frank Herbert explored this notion of being able to calculate or own fate, and I tend to agree with him that it would become quite a tedious wait should one come to exist like that. A little gripe I have about this stanza though are those two last Nows, that part of the stanza sounds out weirdly. It might be the transition in my mind between "Now" and were as being two different tenses. I don't know if that is just how I am reading it, although if you consider changing it about I would suggest :
"were now chosen and unveiled;
the course of nature writ."

I also liked your third stanza, you yourself are flowering as a poet. I enjoy how you keep to your stern explanations, 'though you allow yourself to slip - within the blink of an eye is a loose concept, not to mention comparing the expansion of a universe to the winnowing of a flower with its "exotic" seeds. A consideration for here is the word "Mighty" because there might be a better one, you know? Maybe something more like Grand - which reminds me of Grand from Camus' La Peste... What a funny character, I quite enjoyed analysing his sentence...

I see you are back to using the Now. I understand that you use it as a form of time-line, maneuvering around stages and steps, but it does get to be a tongue twister all on its own at this rate. I would suggest you either avoid it completely, because from all the scrolling I'm doing you've a long way before the end to be thinking of many various ways of saying "and so this happened, after which that happened..." Take it more at the rate of a story-teller, kind of like what the piece could be coming from an old donkey stuck in an animal farm. However, I find the jumping from one line to the next juxtaposing the last three sentences is quite... lacking in the piece itself. I understand that you use notes to explain yourself, but independently of that, you just went from nothing to there being light and stars, to there being space and amalgamations.

I've many qualms about giving suggestions as to this verse : "It was then that it was ready." I hope you understand why I find it weak, but also a futile change in verb tenses that could be easily fixed up. It was then that IT was ready.. This is the one thing I find weak about english and french as languages. A lot of concepts begin on the assumption of IT, where it is an abstract notion vaguely defined by, or as anything. It's worse than the dirge sang by trumpets during remembrance day, a song to many dead seldom few are even able to name anymore... It is a calling to nothingness to explain things. Bah, I should let goes of my own futile rants sometimes.. I would also like to see some religious interweaving here and there as a satirical edge for this piece. Instead of "The transition," you could call it "The opening" (and if you want to stretch onto something easily manipulated... call it an act, the opening act, and make it a play, then name the characters, as in your four elements... if not, "The Opening" is the roughest and closest translation to the arabic name of the first Chapter in the Qu'ran, the equivalent to the first chapters of the Genesis in the bible, which is from whence I assume you gathered "Garden" from).

The last strophe of your first section makes a brave leap towards what I assume is meant to be our first genuine emotional reaction to all of these events. While studying Kafka, I explored the notion of psychological development beyond one's first encounter based purely on that encounter. As in, a child's first social interaction happens with his parents, to whom he gives all his trust and love for two reasons. He has no other option, and he doesn't know anything, hence you could say "any better." And based on this first interaction, the child will develop his relationships. So, should one have a rocky foundation, one would end up with a rocky lifestyle, per se. I dare not hope that our first reaction would be "What would be the expectations." You could call that implicitly begging for knowledge, to know what mountains we'd climb.. and where our tombs would rest (and don't take this as a reproach on the piece, I very much like how you have you set up). That second question is less likely to be asked by a philistine, which shines a beam of hope onto the world - which reminds me, how did we go from being in the sea to being on the sea?

Moving on to the Garden our little friend Voltaire suggested we should cater to, the little rose that belongs to the minute prince. Yes, I hope you mean anything but the garden of eve here, because some might call that heretical (and yes, hopefully I'm being sarcastic here). I can see why you'd drop the "the" before softest, however the elliptical produce of that osculation between softest and winds creates quite the dramatic awkwardness one could expect on his or her's first date - especially if one was at the cinemas, watching one of those ancient horror flicks, the ones that were grotesquely unfrightening. Your dabbling in elliptical syntax leaves me quite restless, and so my itching returns.

In the quiet, in the darkness,
Softest winds caress the plain.
On this orb yet all is silent
With a blankness nearly endless
Emptiness alone doth reign.

Why to you go from THE darkness to a blackness? Why not have it, On this orb yet all is silent,/ the blackness is nearly endless/ and emptiness alone doth reign-th (I believe that would be proper accord, which you can just ignore because I assume most won't care to think anything of it). I am also curious as to your use of doth, because it is seemingly the first appearance since the beginning of the piece. Do you plan on using this as a tool? Or was it just some recreational chimera about Shakespeare being the epitome of poetical articulation (Unlike Poe, or Hemingway's peculiar descriptions)?

I will assume you didn't make a footnote for "magic potion" because you do not possibly take yourself as informed enough to make such a descriptive assertion. And to that end I wonder then how it is that life does inaugurate this gift of life unto this planet, because that would imply that life had to exist before life could be created.. Wait, haven't I said this before? Well, I would just have you consider nature here, instead of life for pragmatical precision.. To be succinct and not some sort of adjunction.

Alas, those pesky Nows are relentless, don't you find? Kind of like mosquitoes, whom are possibly the cause of why the dinosaur's ceased to exist and why human beings took the upper-hand, but are loathed, with a touch of hypothetically huge irony, by human beings. I can also create a link here between the rhythmic causality of paradigms and compulsive movements, and the ancient Vedas that spoke of Brahma's separated selves dancing, and that dance being the root of all life. Was this intentional on your part Rick? And suddenly I smirk as I think devilishly, "Why didn't he use polygottism instead of kiss." Of course, I mean this as a joke.. that would just ruin the whole beauty of what you've created not only with undercurrents of ideas that should be kept underfoot, but also crudeness. Yet, here again you do refer yourself to life... more appropriately, however I think you should link this dance to something, beyond just life's interaction with itself, or this kiss of yours might be taken as an incestuous thing..

I'm afraid I will have to finish this another time. I'm shure you don't much appreciate those last remarks... and I do notice my deliriously contemptful remarks... So I will leave you for now, and hopefully return in a better state. I also apologize for any and all mistakes in this comment. I can only imagine how many I've made...

Good night Rick...
And good fortuity with enterprising!

[Mr. Misanthrope]

A truly amazing feat! It's remarkable length and impeccable writing style show that you have an unwavering love for the English language. Never before have I seen such devotion to one piece of writing, and now I can honestly say, time well spent. It was a privilege reading this, and I hope to review more of your work in the hopefully not-too-distant future.

Great work! This is most definitely going in my Favourites section.

Luke

[Gathering_Stars]

Times are a lot different now than they were in the ancient days. Then, you could dream of gods and heavenly kings and magic and not be shot down for your ideas. Science was what you made it out to be. Life was lived by honor and adventure, and you showed the adventuresome spirit in this piece.

I wonder a lot if we haven't gone too far as a race in our desperate quest for knowledge and perhaps pushed the boundaries of what ought and ought to be known.

[THE LOST ROSE]

Wow Rick finally I get a chance to review this poem. This is the last one that i am doing until after the Lent season. I read the poem and even the featured review which was longer than the poem. Wow! There are quite a few poetry areas in which I love. You translated your version of this very well.

Then the breath of life was exhaled
And the spark of being lit3
And the latent laws of essence
Now were chosen and unveiled
Now the course of nature writ4

Then through thought Man's spirit rises!
Up to heav'n his sight he trains
To o'ercome his life so lowly
Seeks he truth and wisdom's prizes
Knowledge now his life's campaign!

But Man's dominion can't continue
For while great, his reach finite
He can ne'er o'erstep his station
Though by will he strains his sinews
Feeble loins lack needed might

These 3 stanza validate what you told me that this was your best poem yet. there is a depth that alot of writers including me do not have. You are not one of us you are in a league all your own. Thanks for the encouraging words numerous of times to read this piece. It was a blessing to me and it unlock the door to my writers block. "Standing O" Rick!

[Mark]

Rick, i have not read you extensively, but of what I have read, I found each more fascinating than the last. The technical difficulty of contructing a 31-stanza ode, in nigh-flawless iambic tetrameter, and perfect
a-b-c-a-b rhyme scheme in the quintains and perfect a-b-a-b in the quatrains is most impressive, and to keep the flow moving forward so seamlessly just leaves me slackjawed...As does the Thracian's review--obviously a Professor of Archaic Literature from somewhere.
You certainly don't need me to tell you what a masterwork this is, but I shall, anyway. The only minute error I caught was that "throws", in the sense you used it, should be "throes". And, by the way, why the switch from quintains to quatrains, anyway?
I am most grateful that in a mere 10^10 years, when the Sun goes Red Giant, Mankind will no longer have to be concerned about the eventual demise of every subatomic particle into massless ideations, leaving us 10^23 years to relax...WHEW! There's a load off!

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

This is amazing! Well done!

[Tovli]

impressive--a nebula of pieces sprayed toghether--twinkinling in fact. every answer about to bloom--nothing captured, nothing claimed--almost a mirrored view of the existenial, yet the flow points to doors and windows of the soul. well done. tovli

[Mason Vail]

Excellent. I have nothing to say about it technically except to say that I'm easily distracted by spelling, grammar, weird meter, weird rhyme, etc., and I was not distracted at any point. I've only read it once, so far, but I was especially struck by the sense of excitement and open-ended possibility in the beginning turning to despair that the "ultimate dream" you seem to hold - that of KNOWING everything - is simply impossible. Here's a question in response: If Man were to finally answer all questions and know everything... then what? What would there be to do? Rather than despair over your place as part of creation rather than its master, is it not still sufficient (in the best sense of the word) to explore and understand what you CAN know?

I'll certainly be back to reread this and, perhaps, add to this review!

(Love the footnotes, by the way.)

[Max]

I once again am amazed at your mastery of meter, rhyme, and all those things. It flows perfectly the entire time.

Not only that, but the story this poem tells is also truy great.

[Dan Bullock]

Eeek, is it an essay or a poem, or contemporary or poetry? Too much!

Sorry for me, too much.

I think it's amazing work that you've done and highly commendable for that though. :)

[Christopher 'Windstorm'..]

hmmmm.... an interesting way of putting it, but its a bit over dramatic don't you think? and what is up with all those side notes, it is up to the reader to decifer the codex in which you have instillied into this epic poem. i like it but those are my only thoughts!