Solaris Revisited

Imagine an ocean, spherical, volatile,
That which changes from violet to maroon,
transparent to opaque, restless to calm,
Something which reacts to your emotions,
Or rather, learns from your memories,
if it could etch, what you rememember...
if it could portray your dreams,
would your sense of reality, question ?

Cannot hold on to the present,
Mind wanders forth in to the future,
myriad paths, all infinitely thin,
randomly portrayed on the surface of solaris,
closely resembling our associative memory,
one thought leads to another,
like ink, that dropped into water,
tentacles , axions, dendrites ...

They all connect at some point,
they break off from some weaker earlier points,
think about, and , that bond becomes stronger,
forget, and, that bond is broken,
cannot stay at the present,
travel thru each of these possibilities,
maybe many at the same time,
They break, they connect,
and then they break again...

If possibilities are predictable,
the thought tree, torrents at lightning speed..
if choices threaten, they divide further,
and realm farther, only that each train now
is weaker than its parent..

Once in a while, god's hand gives a jolt,
the wake up call of reality,
but given enough 'sense' of monotonity,
the universe of life starts with the big bang...
Particles, waves , everything explodes,
They , those accumulated over the years,
the questions, purpose and fears,
they seeks refuge in every belief system,
that they can find...

Why did it explode in the first place ?
What would you be blamed for ?
Sorry, i cant write anymore, my mood is changed.