InLiWriMo #30

As I reach the final limerick in the nothing-to-do-with-charity International Limerick Writing Month, I’m pleased to report that I have received responses in limerick form every bit as good as those I have produced, collaborated on four stanzas, and had the great compliment of being able to read many of these limericks aloud to a room full of appreciative listeners. I may do that again.

This limerick approaches one of the central questions of our age, perhaps of all ages: humanity’s place in the cosmos. Do we have anyone/thing/deity to blame or praise for our existence? I’ll start with Albert Einstein:

Einstein’s belief in God
Rationalists find quite odd
Mathematics sublime,
Redefining space/time,
A nobler path seldom trod;

But, confusingly, Albert believed
The cosmos is consciously weaved..
Galaxies random?
No, somebody planned ’em
How odd, if not God, he conceived.

Great wisdom made Albert suspect
That no matter how humans connect
Time’s linear stream
Is not what it seems
When you get the equations correct.

But he hated the nuclear rumble,
Feared civilisation would tumble.
His lesson for man:
Think as big as you can
But never forget to be humble.