what is this life?
and what does it all mean?
and is that a question that can even be asked?
much less answered?
think of your life as i think of mine.
what was the significance, beyond all things transcending time?
other than to form significance, i can come to nothing.
we are an entity compromising itself on behalf of beauty
on behalf of a world that exists within our minds that has not yet fully come to fruition in the foreground.
and ever, will it?
i suppose it depends on we, the folk existing in the now.
even as you sit there reading this text you are being changed; manipulated
not for malice, nor for personal gain
more for experience, for lack of a better metaphorically pleasurable muse of slang.
i am a seeker, as i conclude we all must be under the surface of the ego we form through our mundane everyday excursions into the material world
the only world we can all agree on:
EARTH! 365 1/4 DAYS IN A YEAR! 7 DAYS ON A CALENDAR PER WEEK!
at least that's how it is in MY COUNTRY! GREATEST COUNTRY OF THEM ALL! LOOK AT OUR LITTLE LIFE! ISN'T IT CUTE?! EACH WITH OUR OWN QUAINT LITTLE UNITS OF FRIENDS AND PRECISELY ARTICULATED FAMILY UNITS; DON'T IT JUST MAKE YOU WANNA SLAP YOUR MOMMA?!
but beneath it each of us knows of a world far more extravagant; at least far more appealing
singular perfection; to use a term lightly
those of us fortunate enough have been able to preview this world
some even more unfortunate soul is there now; but only cognitively
trapped in an ever-flowing escarpment of what could and what is and what if and only if i...only if we...why can't we...why must we...why do we...do we...are we?...wait a minute...WE? WHAT ARE WE?
and even so brilliantly sculpted,
a phrase uttered uselessly can never be
turned from damned to praised.
grind you down
see what's you when you're all gone
and then you'll know
beyond all else
who always was there
and all at once
you'll know and see
our existential humanity
is nothing far from genius
expel your soul from the dungeons of thine
quiet your demons, the darkness is fading
embrace the dragons of your own time
the unrequited brilliance
that thrives within the you within you
twisting deeper through limitless cooridors
embrace the truth of knowledge and the magic existing between the lines of all time
and space and all will seem to coalesce before your eyes
for the present moment lived is now
and wasted is nigh
never stop to ponder for pondering leads to more pondering of ponderings pondering what ponderance you've pondered atop previously pondered ponderings!
it's gone afoul!
there are lies abound
the truth can only be found within
and if we can take the time to sort through the bones of this tarnished zen
we can possibly discover
that not only do we hold the answers
but that we are the answers to all the questions we seek to expound upon
we are the cosmological constant; the unifying theory
that only within our powerful, quantum selves could something of this magnitude be sculpted
and it is far beyond this physical manifestation that we shall grow
into a world so benevolent that to see it with our mortal eyes would cause immediate cessation
all the questions have already been answered; for eons upon eons we have answered them
for time is timeless
and endings, well...
all that is left is to live this life;
and with gusto!
for this gift; a glimpse; a brief moment;
to waste in pursuit of thought is nonsensical.
we must grasp onto this intricate instant; take it for what it truly COULD BE
for within our minds come the fruits of futures beheld
only we can be the bearers of that light singular into this otherwise dark and lonely world.
this is the cross we bear.
the cross we have crafted for ourselves.
to always better be.
and with great strides we move toward the future
now go have some fun, you fucking Cretans! [i quit, i'm not typing on this anymore after i'm done typing this one last sentence that seemingly could, and just may, go on forever; ceaselessly charging toward a future predetermined but undisclosed!]