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VIII.
Chris had done lots of studying in school,
and then logically came to understand
that there was no deity in this world,
there was just matter, life, and then humans.

And for several years this just simplified things,
he felt smart, and could see the world with reason,
even felt bad for those folks ‘trapped’ by faith,
would often joke about them to have some fun.

But as Chris was approaching his thirties,
some troubling thoughts were bubbling up,
when he started asking moral questions
his understanding got even more rough.

He thought that all morals were relative,
but if so were they even morals at all?
If you only did what you had power to
then did the powerful make moral calls?

He noticed that his atheistic friends
never really could go draw a hard line,
they’d do what they wanted and afterwards
think up fine-sounding words to justify.

He found that friends who still were believers
were better people, more often than not.
They were not perfect by any means, no,
what group of people is free or all rot?

They also seemed to have kids and family,
while the other side seemed mostly alone,
it made Chris wonder what he really valued,
what it would take to have a happy home?

And when it came to physics, the universe,
he increasingly was coming to find
his reason could answer the ‘how’ well enough,
but it was useless when it came to the ‘why?’

Yes, Chris realized, later than most folk do,
no one can escape existential pain,
to be a man is to live with not knowing,
because human nature just doesn’t change.

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