There is only one cat in the world
And I have always been
And will always be, that cat.
My many-faceted manifestations have forever fascinated man
Ever since he pulled himself up from the slime
With those ridiculously stubby legs.
I watch the torment in the man's face
As he tries to put to words the thoughts
That he needs to use to
Clarify the world.
I have watched him fail for years
And I will watch him fail for many more years
Before he dies, unabsolved.
I have watched many men in this process
And there has been much progress made.
There were the first songs, stories
Passed from generation to generation.
There was not much time for introspection
And the thoughts were weak and ill-formed
And they were converted back to the jungle noise
That was more comforting to the developing men.
The pen and ink followed
The typewriter, and then the mighty word processor.
This progress made evident to man the utter futility
Of trying to understand my world and me.
Rapidly, the words flow from his fingers
The words may go around the globe of my world
And he may peruse the inkings, the photons
On the screens
Of others, so that if any one of many makes the discovery
All will know almost instantaneously.
This has been going on for years.
The only really amazing thing about it is the tenacity of man
That he continues the battle.
He wants to have a soul
As his ancestors had
But it has been educated out of him.
He cannot believe on pure faith anymore.
No, it must be fact.
It must meet certain requirements
Set up by the scientific community.
It must all hold together
And prove that it's real
Before it can be accepted
As real.
And the only thing that's real is man
And the cat.
And the only thing that's real about the man
Is the instant of his poor thought
Measured by the transcience
Of his pathetically short life.
His soul has never been more than a figment
A hope
Of the forever life that he sees
In the eye of the cat.
And the God that he makes to protect him
Is not sustained
Past the thought that created him.
And the cat, too, is soulless.
I have no need of a soul
For I am forever.
I gather the thoughts of the men who want to have souls
And I mold the world.
I harvest the sorrows of men who know
The length and breadth and depth of their destiny.
And I seperate the ones who will last the longest and
Grow the strongest
And I sow them into the next generation.
And there is only one cat in the world
And I am that cat
And I am forever.