Completeness

Just like 0 was a difficult concept

for those long ago

Was it hard to conceptualize nothing?

Till death or unconsciousness

But of those, stories ne’er bequeath

Wake up, remember, arise does our memory

Not all at once, a blip here

And eventually, somewhere only in the back of mind to remind you

Of you, the concept

But it’s never the whole, always parts

Moments, brief, continuous (

unless not, but forget about that like always)

Built from these, a dimension of self

The summation of all experience prior

The remembered and forgotten

But it never really leaves us

Convinced of continuity

Here returns the problem

Of conceptualizing your completeness

By what metric, on what number-time line

Do you measure your identity?

Could you envision the 100%edness

of your self from conception to,

to now

to completeness?

In chemistry, summing up each step

Of the quantifiable but uncountable partitions of matter that have meaningful information

The atoms, large amongst the infinitesimal of time

All of what each atomisecond sees, yet each

Adjacent molecule an infinity away

But us observers box that time

Like a wave potential of an electron

And count to what seems to an atomisecond, by numbers of infinities

The reaction completes

As do our lives

More of the same, as these atoms see

The small pieces contribute, build and complete

From none to one, countless infinities.