Futile Study
Life is strange they say,
with these strange human games,
New Agers will tell you,
that life is love,
but what of those who know only pain?
The human body is but a preceptatory* box,
limiting our consciousness & thoughts,
We are wired - with reason - to see patterns,
like the seasons, but through that reason,
with science, we've disproved our very perceptions...
For matter is energy,
just sparks and quarks,
rotating slower than the shadows of light and dark,
All things constantly in motion,
like an energetic ocean,
seething and reeling.
So then what of our thoughts?
What of our will?
What of the chaos which makes all things un-still?
Without chaos there would be no free will,
....just autonomous shells,
living in blissful hell.
But despite this freedom,
despite what they are trying to sell,
your path is not placed,
You are not a sail.
You have FREE WILL!
You can burn your own path!
but remember,
Each one of us,
We are in -and- of this,
All together,
So let's not get off on burning eachother
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