Can you tell me the end of the universe?

If I ask you, do you see cold rock and ice?

Cause yes, there is always death at the ending,

But the simplest thing to know is our sleeping,

Where dreams are unloaded letting live again,

Knowledge's experience returning to shadow.

But I ask, what is the point of spiritual life,

Why a growth on stone taking space flight?

And if it is able to progress, to a future sustained for the common,

Then how long does it have to stretch consciousness across stars,

And how many universal eons will mass into ever larger networks?

Will it stretch a solar system, a spiraling star laden galaxy,

Or expand into the superclusters and down long spines?

And what if the universe it was meant to fill into?

To understand its fullest extents then merge single,

Looking out from this universe to see many others,

Using its networks to understand infinite multi-ray?

We are but a small piece of an ever-growing thought,

That bubbles into an amalgamation of itself thinking,

And this earth is a tiny speck in its stretching network,

Who’s purpose is to connect further beyond a thought.

So look at this world and see the journey we’ve been on,

And know that you are a conscious speck of this planet,

A node of thought that stretches mind across all lands,

As cells in your body are specks bringing you into a self,

As a planet is a speck that can network a starry galaxy,

And galaxy a speck that connects supercluster chords,

And a supercluster to bring a universe into its thoughts,

And a light filled universe to see darkness beyond itself,

So it may begin the cellular process again with another.

This is the swell of consciousness,

Not only growth, but understanding,

By congealing scales of awareness,

So a thing that is many within itself,

May look out and be none by other,

Growing its understanding beyond.

And when at last this planet is a cell,

The cosmic eye will look back at us,

So that we may become fuller by it.