Permeate

I can hear the background radiation.

I can feel the cosmic rays traverse through me, as though I did not exist.

Tyson tells me it was all in a pinprick. I have no reason to doubt.

However far away I am from what it is I seek, I must have been closer then.

Since, and I’ll grant you, it’s been some time. I have lost touch. Forgotten. Grown weary from the search.

And I can’t help but wonder if what passes for wisdom in old age isn’t just a lack of energy.

He’s wiser, he’s beyond that.

He’s old, he no longer wants to fight.

Either way, it’s won. Again.

I imagine it will continue to do so.

Evade me. Near and yet so far.

It surrounds me but I possess it not.