That the same man who tells me
      that, as the one possible resultant of summing
            all the possible paths and trajectories
                  of all possible histories
                        of all of a particular subset of particles,
                              I have before me my teacup
Cannot explain the welling of tears
      in his own eyes at hearing again in song
            a sentiment he encountered only once before,
                  as a child,
                        skywritten against the silence
                              of a Westchester autumn noon,
I take as evidence
That Science cannot bring the living end of Sorrow
But can at best mitigate its pain through Technique
      or distract us from its sadness through momentary awe of Facts
            from the Planck length to the star-count of galaxies
When it is not building of Knowledge an empty,
      empty,
            empty,
                  dwelling
That we all too easily
Mistake for Home.

Our ability to live our birthright,
To realize our Home in Being,
Must be unconditional short of our erasure
      by catastrophe.
Because one cannot have known everything,
      one's living of one's birthright
            cannot depend on particulars of Knowledge;
Because one cannot have done everything,
      one's living of one's birthright
            cannot depend on particulars of Experience;
Because one cannot have been everywhere,
      one's living of one's birthright
            cannot depend on particulars of Place;
Because one cannot have lived across all of entropic Time,
      one's living of one's birthright
            cannot depend on particulars of Time.
Birthright is transparticular
Beyond Life being, for each of us, the unwrapping
Of a singular gift of Birth.

And so two human powers operate
Toward the maximal living of human birthright:
Reproduction,
      which secures the continued participation of humanity and humanness
            across entropic Time
                  by bestowing Life through the gift of Birth
And choiceless awareness,
      through which Consciousness perceives,
            without the distortions of effort, concentration, and belief,
                  the maxima of our spheres of affect and effect,
The superset of which constitutes
Our Home in Being.

Sorrow is
When the Particular stops us
From living our birthright
And we keep ourselves far from Home
By accepting, exalting, and inculcating consensus miredness in Particularity
As Home.
How common,
      how widespread,
            how proud in its elaboration of its means to self-pity,
Is Sorrow!

You can end Sorrow
By watching its unfolding with your full attention
      without effort and without concentration
            without judgment, analysis, or evaluation
                  in the silence between perceiving and naming
Until there is no difference
Between you and What Is.

When through choiceless awareness you perceive
      that which is Unconditional
Sorrow ends
And Love is
And you
Are
Home.