![]() Out of EmptinessA Poem by Robert Ronnow![]() Out of emptiness comes this: Purposes as incomprehensible and wonderful as these purposes![]()
Purposes as incomprehensible and wonderful as these purposes
Either you had no purpose or the purpose is beyond the end The purpose of sitting is not to be satisfied or satiated Because the timepiece not only serves a purpose, it is adapted to that purpose Except it was a secret purpose The world is a mental activity, a dream of souls, without foundation, purpose, weight or shape People in collective idleness are even more repellent than when purpose motivates them God, glass, my townspeople! For what purpose? His purpose and mine is to catch photons and store them in our bones Lately, as have you, I have thought about our war and its purpose To have a season for every purpose, Ecclesiastes was right about that Names of plants, languages of mammals, purposes of insects, placement of rocks My friend who is counselor to kings and presidents never lacks purpose To what purpose, April, do you return again? Not to say there is no purpose necessarily, just I don’t immediately get it Stately purposes, valor in battle, glorious annals of army and fleet, death for the right cause Use of violence by the local militia for a limited purpose, protect the young from the janjaweed, the crop from the weed The knight, the penitent misses last assessment of life’s purpose, babbling for God to appear I mean your entire purpose should be living, you must take living seriously Sleep with a purpose Or lose all purpose beyond murder, child sex and food hoarding Counting is associated with primitive forms of writing, that is the purpose of poetry The purpose of school is to introduce us to the world’s innumerable wonders Their corners sharp, their lines exact, as if their purpose was to show the plane geometry of snow That’s when everything becomes clear, purpose v. purposelessness matters less Lonely physics, national purpose This then is the purpose of purposelessness (and of eating less)! We will live with the question What was our purpose? If we are not at home in the world, contributing purpose, we lose our desire to stay here--and we die The men who left the machine have started their own business, a new endeavor by which they will keep warm and purposeful You go the way of an unknown soldier, unable to assess the purpose of the battle Let Greece then know my purpose I retain, nor vex with new treaties my peace in vain And shake the purpose of my soul no more © 2024 Robert RonnowAuthor's Note
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