The Window

  I am sorry to not be sorry for writing a poem in Norwegian this time. I like to stick to one language on this blog (and I am more and more regretting it ain’t Norwegian!), but this is part of a longer poem that I am composing — in Norwegian, naturally. I will spareContinue reading “The Window”

Perhaps 42 is too complicated.

I look around myself on the parking lot. What on earth is this tent? It is completely dark and I can see nothing. Earlier the same day I had been crossing the same car park on my way back from the university gym, and I noticed a handful of dog owners training their dogs there.Continue reading “Perhaps 42 is too complicated.”

Flatlanders In 3 Dimensions

It is just as incomprehensible to me that the Flatlanders cannot fathom the depth of a third dimension, as does it strike them as unphysical that there should be one. And then I find myself being a 3 dimensional Flatlander, for it seems so self-evident to me that my mind cannot comprehend 4 spatial dimensions,Continue reading “Flatlanders In 3 Dimensions”

Of whom came how?

When I think, I wonder –and I think again! I ask myself, I ponder –of whom is the man? Then I hear an answer –science speaks to me: By cold evolution, sir —chance ‘n necessity! Oh, what wisdom it bears –they’re right; so may be! But what I ask, no-one hears –of whom; who is He?Continue reading “Of whom came how?”