Psychedelia

"This is it; this is the point.
It is what its name suggests:
A single thing, Infinitely singular,
And yet what smoke it is to grasp,
So difficult to hold down and agree upon.
we search for golden grains of sand
with eyes that require glasses for wisdom.
And therein lies a digression,
a cavern in that Allegorical Cave
not much wider than the slit of an eye.
Perhaps, the fracture suggests,
What you seek the most from your cave etchings, your Golden Calves, your Magna Cartas, your Mona Lisas and your Last Judgements (so early to jump to conclusions there), your pathetic subsequent attempts at expressing what you really want to say through artistic, political, and religious means, is neither in the shadows nor the flames, not in the purest precious metal, not in the most fair and articulately lenient of words, not in the lines that separate beauty from damnation. Where is the point if not where we mark it? I dare ask once again as a man who knows he exists on nothing more sizable than the dust on the tip of a pen, why in the name of anything worth a damn do I have to dance around the meaning of my words like some spiritual ritual, some superstitious repetition of gesture and poise? What is the point? I say it's here. A forgotten island (explicitly stated as being distanced from) continents of conflict and confusion.
and what does my dust mite dare to say
so far away from any light of acceptance?
It twinkles with the idea of tinkering
With the pedestal upon which we've
Essentially placed
God
And perhaps He meant
To drop us here in the corner of a crack in the wall, not caring or knowing to care to give us a purpose;
So, point here if you believe with me
That >(there is a totally optional
Explanation to everything)< if only
We dare to agree, yes, agree,
On that pointedly obvious fact
And then on any explanation we choose."

Reviews

[Jaybee23]

this is great; I believe there's a certain admirable quality to not knowing all the answers; for if we did know why should things be any different? As the great philosophers before us have pondered existence; I think it is safe to say that the equilibrium of all arguments it's just merely existing.