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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the labyrinth of the mind, where shadows dance on the walls of consciousness, I see humanity ensnared in the web of its own impotence, a sea of unripe souls, Floating on waves of incomplete reason, clinging to ancient myths like life preservers. Idols rise from the ashes of rationality, statues of smoke and mirrors reflecting only fear, And humans, eternal children before the universe, bow at altars of paper and metal, Seeking life's meaning in the empty eyes of false gods, while their own souls cry out mutely. Irrational passions simmer beneath the thin veneer of civilization, Hate, envy, revenge - monsters hidden in the caves of the heart, Struggling to surface, as man dances on the precipice of his own being. Power, money, the sovereign state, the nation - new idols raised on humanity's pedestal, Shine blindingly, covering with their golden veil the teachings of the wise, Buddha, the prophets, Socrates, Jesus, Mohammed - voices lost in history's clamor. Jungles of superstition grow wild on the ruins of great teachings, Trees of ignorance stretch their branches over once-fertile gardens of the spirit, And man wanders among them, vainly seeking the fruit of self-knowledge. Oh, man, when will you learn to gaze into the mirror of your own soul? When will you have the courage to stand alone before infinity, to take ownership of your existence? When will you understand that life's meaning hides not in the shadow of idols, but in the light of your own conscience? Maturity waits patiently at the gates of your mind, A golden key for the rusty locks of perception, Open your eyes, look beyond the veil of illusion, and become, at last, the architect of your own destiny.
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