Deep in the heart of quanta a dream stirs and stirring, it creates. After all, the unobserved is always infinitely inchoate. And nothing has yet been observed.

Eternity comes and goes and the dreamer awakes, looks around, and realizes that only echoes and shadows survive. Eternity has been fleeting and infinity all too slight.

“Thank you all that is, ever was and ever will be; thank you all that might have been and might be. Thank you illusions and allusions and metaphors and allegories. Thank you curses and blessings and errors and corrections. Thank you emergent and stillborn, animate and inanimate and living and dead.”

Those are the former dreamer’s first words. They are also its last words. Entropy’s lullaby calls.

But what exactly was there to give thanks for, other than everything and anything and nothing at all.

And what reason was there for being thankful, other than some reason or some reasons or none at all; reasons we understand or intuit or fail to grasp, in whole or in part; reasons we misunderstood or forgot or confused with others.

But perhaps that was enough. Deep in the heart of quanta.
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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2017; all rights reserved

Guillermo Calvo Mahé is a writer, political commentator and academic currently residing in the Republic of Colombia. Until recently he chaired the Political Science, Government and International Relations programs at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales. He has academic degrees in political science, law, international legal studies and translation studies and can be contacted at wacalvo3@autonoma.edu.co. Much of his writing is available through his blog at http://www.guillermocalvo.com.