Monday, 22 February 2010

Our coming of age

It is interesting the lies we tell our children,
pretending to know things which really no-one knows:
who is god, or indeed is god, or indeed is that a good question?
what is everything?
what is everything like?
what is this moment?
how do we know what it is?
and how do we know that?
why are we so desperate to hold on to life when it was (after all)
so easy to come by?
is it all meaningless (and meaningless that it is meaningless)
or does it actually mean something?
and if so, what?
or is it actually a mistake to think within the box of that either-or
... a mistake to think that there could be An Answer to that question?
... a mistake to think there is some "truth" about that?
... a mistake ultimately to think that everything Is some way, at all?
should we just let it be, and take it for granted,
or should we bother to ask difficult questions?
what is the next question after this one?

The glib assertion that the only (non)thing that really matters is love,
hides a paralysis of foolishness,
"and courage, and justice, and hope, and beauty, and and and"

Every unanswerable question is precious jewel – a blessing from heaven;
Some (non)thing to be prized, and treasured, and kept safely
in the keeping of the unanswerable.
Don’t let the ignorance thieves brake in to your safe with easy answers
and steal our precious mysteries!
Every time you tell your child "no-one really knows",
god (or the absence of god) celebrates our coming of age.

I am not agnostic in the sense that:
I am absolutely certain that:
when it comes to subjects like god or art or our relationship with the eternal,
questions are a lot more beautiful than answers.

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