‘Man derives meaning from
his work,’ are these my thoughts
or someone else’s?
Does the tree exist merely to produce
oxygen, or is there more to it?
Implied relations out of function imply
specified functions by design.
Design for what? To what end? Material
To break free into immaterial?
To some higher state of consciousness?
Are all of these questions even useful?
The implication of human nature shows a need to make sense of things,
To classify, measure, and recognize in order to see reality’s strings,
Threads that bind one to another, but something deeper persists, it seems.
With the dawn of consciousness, the songs of history sings,
Seeking higher meaning, soaring with angel wings,
But is there something unified pulling universal strings?
Are any of these even original to me? Alienated and trudging along, what does it mean to be free?
To fully immerse in the grand experiment? To seek a way back? To understand? To see?
No one, in limited states, can ever really find the light,
Just endless ideas and concepts, tools groping through the night,
Grass grows, trees breathe, people work their lives and die,
All for naught in the grand scheme of things,
Perpetuating a societal lie.
There is no God in brick and mortar, no divine in the notions of man,
No immaterial of which to conceive; though implications abound for a master plan...
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