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 10 Months Ago
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10 Months Ago
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A very interesting poem posing many question and asking for lots of thought....deep thought.... I can't answer all of them, but I think many come from the inside....jut my take! Very clever
Warmly, B
I like the repetition of an either-or question along with the circular life story. It allows the mind to wander and ask its own questions. I will be thinking about this for a while.
I enjoyed the concept of this piece. indeed it provokes thought and contemplation. The repetitive form and the over reliance on exclamation marks did detract from the message somewhat though.
I would say we come from somewhere in the middle of all of this...
and will we be reborn? That is a valid question...we won't know until we get there on the inside or the outside.
j.