Shadows of Immortality

The poetic muse Calliope ever and anon dwells in the shadowland. Will your wit deserve to live on in writ?  If it serves an immortal purpose adequately, then yes it will. What is that? It is written even in the stones, if you know what question needs asking. Less imperfection is our willful destiny as a species. And we honor that perforce willingly or not...That irony is the soul of wit. Now we that we should be astonished that spacetime has a preferred direction rather than being blown up like a spherical balloon. Perhaps even the oh so learned professors of believing only in childish models in place of the ongoing creation will stop and ponder on higher themes, oh muse of mine.