An Amazing Poem About Selfies

As I lift my finger and press the button, a dense forest of transistors, organize themselves like a civilization out of the desert,

forming a path for the flow of electricity, so measured

out of the trillions of possibilities, one designed to guide the flow of chi,
to open the third eye composed of a megapixel of sensors

as photons from the heavens fly lightyears across the blackness of space and time before they see a pale blue dot growing exponentially bigger

and enter into a foaming sea of atmospheric anomalies, a tumultuous ride, the same that makes the stars twinkle and stutter

and as they scatter in all directions, the finality of their journey takes a deviation from the straight and narrow path they had commanded for an eternity

and as the photons whizz through the air, some find their trajectory,
headed directly for your face, diving head-first like a divine-wind until they reach the surface and explode

and from that explosion some find their way to the polished orb of glass, like a sensei drawing its power from its form, round like the circle of life, guiding the lost and confused photons, like a mother soothing their anguish

bending them into their final pixel-coffins, the resting place of their energy

The chaotic swarm of transistors then begin an epic dance of algorithms and mathematics

forms of math, discovered by a Frenchman, who, upon completion hardly got a mention, until hundreds of years later the world realized its potential

and the physics of ibn al-haithem, who first discovered the power of lenses, before western history erased him

And then we look upon our likeness, made up of the brightness of pixels on the screen, we hit share, but we are reminded

reminded that our every action travels away from us at the speed of light recorded in the universe,
information is never lost, and you and I never die, our legacy lives forever

Hisham Bedri, 2015

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