31 May 2014

One Hundred and Sixty-Nine


Science must focus on small questions because the big ones have no answer,
And philosophers on the grand scheme, so that they can fall short, as well.

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Conditioning, indoctrination, brainwashing, whatever it may be called,
When anyone gets told anything enough, it is pretty hard,
If not impossible, to ever un-believe it.

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Meandering time and space is the daily Sisyphean task for all.
The dream pushing a boulder of its own making
Up whatever hill comes to mind.

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Why would anyone ever imagine a god
That did not include them, everyone they know,
Or absolutely everyone and everything else
In which creation obviously abounds?

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The seeds of the next dark age,
Likely a cataclysm beyond all reckoning,
Are blossoming across the board.

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Indifferent to pain or pleasure,
Rest easy in the moment of origin
From which both ascend into being.

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Now is the filament of quantum grace.

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Dread is a unpleasant state of anticipation
Which morphs into a predictable loop,
Playing fear of the unknown over and over,
Until the terrible moment has waxed and waned,
And the next all-too-predictable trepidation steps up to bat.

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Regarding the temptation to seek revenge for any given transgression,
Allowing another to play out their pathetic, miserable existence,
May in the long run be the most the gratifying stage show.