The Greatest of All Time

Muhammed Ali
Floated away from the world
Two years ago, gone

Muhammed Ali
The greatest of all time, with
The world in his hands

Muhammed Ali
The greatest of all time, lives
In stories and song

I woke in the night
I heard the news he had passed
Listened and cried for

Muhammed Ali
The greatest of all time, had
Died, as all men do

Of all the heroes
I ever fell for, Ali
Was truly alive

One that I prayed for
I hoped could make a difference
A change in our time.

Muhammed Ali
Spoke to the heart, for justice
Of freedom, for love

Muhammed Ali
Spoke as he fought, told the truth
In rhythms that soared

A light for the world
He dazzled with words that hurt
He floated and he stung

Like the butterfly
The bee, symbols of his name
Muhammed Ali

Bumaye

Fighting the powers
A prophet in our time, he
Praised as he scolded

Bumaye

Sharp tongued in youth, A
Silent witness in old age
Commanding the stage

I remember when
That day in 1980
I heard he had lost

Ali lost the fight
He would never rise again!
A hero was down

Murmurs in the halls
Ali, was not the greatest?
The world made no sense
.
Muhammed Ali
Gave my generation leave
We could be ourselves

Be bold, and brag, be
Good, do right, to question things
And exemplify
The light

Muhammed Ali
Challenged authority, shunned
War, and violence

He taught us to risk
What we desired most, in life
To give up titles

To give up money
Fame, he let them go, for us
For what mattered most

Muhammed Ali
Taught us to serve truth, to seek
Justice, and do good

Muhammed Ali
Handcuffed lightning, jailed thunder
He was a blessing
To us all

Muhammed Ali
Never forgotten, he rose
Like the sun, a star

 

Revised 2018.06.04

Revised 2017.06.04

Given First (as an essay) – 2016.06.04

Emergence 3.0 – Interlude, Collected Parts; Part One, Crisis

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 155, Monday
June 4th, 2018

Interlude: Part One – Crisis

The shock wave that struck the Continuum was all encompassing. It was felt throughout the Empire, on all of the inhabited worlds.

Every Observer was entangled with the Collective through the sub atomic, and quantum organization of its consciousness. The depth of this entanglement had never been explored in any formal way. It was not even known for sure how real this was. Its existence was more of a theory than an actuality and there were no formal structures built on it.

Of all the members of the collective, only Jim, Observer 92835670100561474, only he had explored the extraordinary scope of what that entanglement could mean. He understood what no other had ever even suspected, that all consciousness, everywhere in the universe was entangled in the same way.

This was the reality he intended to exploit as he carried out his plan.

Every Observer sensed it, it shook them to the core, no matter where they were in the far flung worlds of the Empire. Most of them returned to HomeWorld immediately, using their wormhole conduits to transfer their consciousness to the Central Planet. However, the apparatus that would normally receive them, that had received them throughout the existence of the Observer Corps, it was among the first systems that Jim had disabled.

They charged to the rescue of the HomeWorld, and the Collective, only to cast themselves into oblivion.

It was a massacre.

Those Observers who were of a more cautious disposition, banded together, those with military powers summoned them, they prepared for a different kind of intervention.

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