A most thought provoking philosophical piece of Poetry that, indeed, serves to stir the mind's neurons to a stimulating firing in complete unison of contemplation's meditational realization: What is it, exactly, theoretically but empathically, and matter of factually that tells us, convinces us without doubt, that we exist? Our common consciousness of awareness, from whence our thinking processes arise as a spring emanating from a where's, when, or how assumed as assessed origin that cannot be Humanly isolated or pinpointed except for the sheer desperation's exasperation of pointing our accusing fingers at our heads — heads that are often unused and all but empty.
But even in that accusatory assumption's presumptuous act of pointing our fingers at our cranial heads, we possess no evidence — (not a shred that we can see, feel, touch, put our Man-Meddling fingers upon aside from Man's intercessory invention of that magical answer of Blind Faith as a touted answer stated and given in lieu of that total lack of any verifiable evidenced answer at all, of any withal, by all, & for all to a question which can and shall never be answered by anyone at all) — to prove our very existence, even our consciousnesses of awareness, aside from that felt to be inner cranial and heart's fervently held conviction of conclusion that convinces us, each and every single one, to attest and proclaim that we do exist, because we think: We think that we exist, therefore, we conclude that we must exist, and added to that reality is the fact that we think that we have accurately assessed that this world and universe around us exists as well. And all because of our, uniquely individual (we assume) consciousness of awareness, of our given existence as that well from which determinations of imaginations, fantasies, plans, aberrations, abnormalities, regularities as well as irregularities, hopes and dreams, and aspirations that make for peoples and nations is duly and thusly derived as the incomprehensibly inaccessible pinpoint of our origin's origin that is pivotally centered around the undeniable fact that we are forced to accept and assume that we do exist, and therefore must act, behave, and think accordingly ... And live ... And die ...
I do not believe in any God(s) ... But I do believe in the existence of that incomprehensibly inaccessible pinpoint of our origin's origin that men-as-Man shall never be able to wrap their heads around, or put their greedy, gritty, grimy paws upon ... For all that Man touches ceases to exist as pristine, pure, and untainted ...
Good thoughts here that I did find stimulating to my own puny little mortal Human mind ...
Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham
Posted 11 Months Ago
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11 Months Ago
Thanks for writing review that has some clues for further writing. Have a nice day friend 😊
A most thought provoking philosophical piece of Poetry that, indeed, serves to stir the mind's neurons to a stimulating firing in complete unison of contemplation's meditational realization: What is it, exactly, theoretically but empathically, and matter of factually that tells us, convinces us without doubt, that we exist? Our common consciousness of awareness, from whence our thinking processes arise as a spring emanating from a where's, when, or how assumed as assessed origin that cannot be Humanly isolated or pinpointed except for the sheer desperation's exasperation of pointing our accusing fingers at our heads — heads that are often unused and all but empty.
But even in that accusatory assumption's presumptuous act of pointing our fingers at our cranial heads, we possess no evidence — (not a shred that we can see, feel, touch, put our Man-Meddling fingers upon aside from Man's intercessory invention of that magical answer of Blind Faith as a touted answer stated and given in lieu of that total lack of any verifiable evidenced answer at all, of any withal, by all, & for all to a question which can and shall never be answered by anyone at all) — to prove our very existence, even our consciousnesses of awareness, aside from that felt to be inner cranial and heart's fervently held conviction of conclusion that convinces us, each and every single one, to attest and proclaim that we do exist, because we think: We think that we exist, therefore, we conclude that we must exist, and added to that reality is the fact that we think that we have accurately assessed that this world and universe around us exists as well. And all because of our, uniquely individual (we assume) consciousness of awareness, of our given existence as that well from which determinations of imaginations, fantasies, plans, aberrations, abnormalities, regularities as well as irregularities, hopes and dreams, and aspirations that make for peoples and nations is duly and thusly derived as the incomprehensibly inaccessible pinpoint of our origin's origin that is pivotally centered around the undeniable fact that we are forced to accept and assume that we do exist, and therefore must act, behave, and think accordingly ... And live ... And die ...
I do not believe in any God(s) ... But I do believe in the existence of that incomprehensibly inaccessible pinpoint of our origin's origin that men-as-Man shall never be able to wrap their heads around, or put their greedy, gritty, grimy paws upon ... For all that Man touches ceases to exist as pristine, pure, and untainted ...
Good thoughts here that I did find stimulating to my own puny little mortal Human mind ...
Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham
Posted 11 Months Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
11 Months Ago
Thanks for writing review that has some clues for further writing. Have a nice day friend 😊
You are mixing tenses which can be purposeful but I don’t see that as a reason here. To me I am ripped out of the poem by thoughts of grammar.
From where have we jumped
From where do we jump
What a fascinating concept. I don't think in all honesty I could answer all those superb questions well enough to give a definitive answer. Which is exactly the point isn't it?
interesting ... i think we are creatures of both worlds ... they kind of flow in and out mixing things together ... in a wind storm it gets pretty tricky! ;)
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Inside or Outside,
From where do I begin to appreciate this poem, it's difficult to find.
Inside or Outside,
If I make a mistake in appreciation, please just don't mind...
Excellent Poetry with unique thought and it's very well presented.
A beautiful pairing of possibilities for deep and profound questions. At first I saw a blend of answers but I believe that the final answer for me is there is no difference between inside or outside they are one and the same. Loved this poem it rings with wisdom in unanswered questions.
Your poem raises profound existential questions and contemplates the origins and nature of human existence. Whether it's considered a good or bad poem is subjective and depends on individual preferences and interpretations.