By Jack Hooper

What happens to our knowledge, when we die,
and appears to evaporate, into the sky?

Is it just connections, in our brains,
To float away, not seen again,

To rain down on earth, from a cloud,
Spread far and wide, where it once stood proud?

Or perhaps it’s recorded, somewhere else,
Far away, in a duplicate self.

The Bible teaches, we live again,
And our information, has no end.

So which way I ask, can this be?
It’s so fantastic, and hard to see.

It makes our lives, more important,
Part of eternities, magic potiont,

No wonder we, want to believe,
In this thing, our minds can’t conceive.

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