The whore's prayer

To out farthest where there is art in Heaven.

To the Whodunnit ignition of the Big Bang to giant Gas Cloud Solar Nebula whirling to worlds, spiralling to cool, liquefy and become molten mass.

To the surface of foetus Earth, solidifying and becoming crust, enabling centuries of rain to fall.

To chemical soupy-sea from which life would grow.

To the Super Continents of Pangaea, Gondwana and Laurussia.

To slimy amphibian preceding Dinosaur, who preceded Ape-man Ramapithecus, Homo Erectus and Homo Sapiens. To Fertile Crescent, Sumer, Babylon, Athens, Rome, Constantinople, Venice and New York.

To four thousand six hundred million years of human evolution, from Star Dust to Star gazers.

To the question of life and the presumption that it needs translating, like a language or code that will only make itself known when every race of humankind is the intellectual equal of every other.

To the knowledge that life could be parts of a whole, each environment a piece of a jigsaw that may show the definitive image.

To the Philosophy of Dice, that we are here because a prehistoric stage was conveniently cleared for us, allowing our mammalian ancestors to gain room for evolutionary development.

To the discovery that there is no Theological design to our beginnings, only a self-delusory attempt to justify our presence; fortunate creatures who sidestepped the trip wires of possible extinction.

To further questions, and the answer that the reason for life is the examination of itself, that Deoxyribonucleic Acid can write the biological manual for human reproduction, so arriving at a point where we can play at Gods instead of worship them.

To the realisation that we will appear primitive and biologically indistinguishable once the patterns are compared to other animals and we discover how related we really are.

To have morality, our in-built conscience interfere so that we can feel comfortable with ourselves.

To see life as a tea-maker, an appliance carefully designed for a specific task, the wires and electrical components out of mind to the user who is only concerned with the end result; to the fact that the user knows a fault with one of the components could prevent him from getting his tea; to his indifference to this fact, for it's been working fine for years so he's accustomed to only success and satisfaction.

To see life from the same perspective, carefully designed for a specific task, the environments and life systems out of mind to the living who are only concerned with the end result; to the fact that we know a fault with one of these life systems could prevent us from continuing; to our indifference to this fact, for it's been working for years so we are accustomed to only success and satisfaction.

To believe nature has done what it was supposed to do, sustain mankind, the culmination of millions of years of evolution.

To the laws of nature where only the strongest survive.

To being animals first and civilization second, playing by the rules all beasts play by.

To the reason that we are here not only to rise above all other species but because we rose above them.

To suspect that asking the meaning of life was evidence of our consciousness and its first question.

To the possibility that the question condemned us forever, leading to self-obsession and an ignorance of the impression we make on all things surrounding us.

To the spirit of Mankind, or the romance in science, our excuse for dangerous curiosity.

To the fact that we are tired of ourselves.

To so much life on Earth we're sick of it, a glut that bores because it is only a touch away.

To the fascination of Dinosaurs and alien life forms because they are unattainable.

To the fanatical obsession of exploring Moons and planets and the unquenchable human desire to locate and return from another world a life form no more complicated than a Bacterium.

To the kind of life we can't have, an obsession with the unreachable, an apathy with the over familiar.

To the extermination of life everyday, intentional and unintentional, including ourselves.

To a mirror fixation without the sense to see our compatibility with other creatures whose form and contrast prevents us from imagining any kind of resemblance.

To the evolution of life forms that have the ability to unearth the roots of all organic existence.

To our arrival on Earth's calendar at midnight on the last day of the year.

To the staying power of other species that make us forest floor shoots beneath a continent of Redwoods.

To less than a hundred years within the millions that have shaped us, where we have advanced from rifle-maker to missile manufacturer, from Kitty Hawk to Apollo leaving Earth for the first time.

To a rate of progress that ought not to astound but concern us.

To the danger to ourselves and everything else in our acceleration because of a development that is not natural or measured.

To a Cosmos where everything has taken so long to appear and each individual is stuck with a life span frustratingly brief.

To fast answers to all questions, whether scientific or philosophical.

To the truth that there is no meaning of life, only life itself.

To the truth that there is no secret of life, only open knowledge.

To the truth that there is no mystery in life, only a process of stages from birth to death during which each has the chance to reproduce and maintain the species.

To the misapprehension that we are entitled to an explanation as a privilege because of a unique consciousness.

To the valuable time wasted in trying to find a key that has no lock.

To the waste of something we only get once.

To know that the knowledge of our inevitable end will enrich the life we hold presently.

To only two irrefutable certainties; one, that as long as we are unable find a solution to the question of what came before the cosmic egg or even what caused it, we will remain lost in a maze we can neither see or comprehend; two, as sure as we are here now, so will we go. Not to colonise satellites of distant suns, but to nothing, to extinction.

To the acceptance that Religion, science, philosophy and desperation will not prevent it.

To the madmen who used to walk the streets with their End is Nigh placards and their replacement by logical thinkers who know that anything finite that gives can only give so much.

To a crucial time not long ago when we missed the chance to become symbiotic with our planet instead of malignant.

To the Paradise we thought was always only mythical but was real enough.

To the opportunity wasted, not once, but many times.

To refuge in ignorance.

To the fathers who once had the Kingdom, the power and the greatest story to last forever and ever, our men.