Matter Matters

I climb the stairs, walk the dog, feed my face,

Reorganize, reproduce and replace as if it really

matters. You in your everyday, and in your own

way, do the same.

Matter, the stuff of which the univers is made

from the largest most brilliant of stars to the

smallest, microbial, elemental state. Matter

matters as long as it is, as long as it does.

It matters that you give a damn; it matters if you

don’t. Matter, monumental as mountains, minute

as atoms invisible to the naked eye; motionless as

stone, matter which flies by at the speed of light.

Yesterday no longer matters unless it happened to

contain a mistake for which you now must pay. The

hammer you hold in your hand is made of matter

which will change matters you are about to undertake.

Life itself depends on matter, make no mistake. Life

matters for the living. For all others, matters may have

drastically changed. Matter is matter as long as it is,

and it matters until it no longer does.

Chris Hanch 8-30-17