Right and Wrong

What if I’m wrong,

and everyone else is right?

Religion, politics, morals,

Ethics, nature, space,

The sea, the earth, the sky

Time, and where it goes,

Life, and where it leads

Death, and what it means—

I attest

I may be wrong about it all.

But what if I’m wrong,

and no one else is right?

What would that mean?

Humankind, so developed

Yet unable to derive a singular truth

Of the universe at large,

Unable to answer the only

Questions that matter?

What if I’m right,

And everyone else is right?

What if it’s all true?

Can it be so?

A culmination of everything

We believe, strung into one

Gorgeously crafted abomination?

What if I’m right,

And everyone else is wrong,

And everything means nothing,

Because in my being right,

Nothing is everything?

Or is everything something?

Is nothing anything?

Is everything all of us,

Or is it so much more?

If I’m right,

I don’t want to be.

If I’m wrong,

I am afraid

and unenlightened

and human,

and I know nothing

and am nothing.

If I am Right,

I am God.

I am Science.

I am the Powers that Be.

If I am Wrong,

I am condemned

And alone

And myself

In solitude

With only the ties that bind

Me

To me.