greater than fact

greater than fact

A Poem by kmartell

 

 

 

Math, or really the laws of all things,

 of which math is but the cipher,

 is a series of events we cannot comprehend or “see”.

 We reference the world as having substance,

because we do not have the instruments to comprehend its true nature.(which is a spatial, relative-time,

unmeasurable phenomenon) 


 

 

 Would matter by this form of identity or definition have a signifier that would link to what is beyond itself?

 

 

 

Or is it that there is no relationship

of any identity to the substance which is not substance.

(and could it be that there is just what is,

in a forever of series and random realities

created by the laws of the universe as these

laws were “created from” the moment of the big bang?) 

 Would matter have a context to a further world,

 or is it that we cannot see into what is the only reality,

and therefore our own need for a mythos

 to explain our own predicament as beings that are conscious of the predicament itself,

the very motor of what we call ourselves,

 the "Sartre"

 approach"I.E. the existential philosophy

 in the book BEING OR NOTHINGNESS.

That this approache…  

            

 

 

Has left us with such angst

that we are forced to live in a world that 

 we have had to make some kind of human sense in order to survive

 …and to require it makes human sense in some predictable way,

 to survive for even a

minute in this world

and for that reason we have created God.


 

 

Of course this could be

 a very wrong assumption as well.

It could be that there is a God.

 Having decided  “that there is that which is that so


 

that it is not nothing”


 

 Using a dialectical approach to the meaning of man,

 of Gods identity,

 and of the approach

 to love itself as being

 

 greater than all fact.

© 2015 kmartell


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an incredibly thought-provoking write, mr. kmartell
i don't know for sure
about anything except love
to me, it's very real
and even more real than it,
in a sense,
is sadness

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