Between Reality and Understanding

A thought arose... In Hegel's great dialectic cotillion, Time transcends as the Absolute emerges, From deep submersion. Veritably idealistic path to verity. It is all about History! While Schopenhauer's Will, By mere chance, Drives life in concentric circles spinning, But not winning Human solicitations are insatiable. A germ on the cogwheel of life, Facing a suffering eternal stance. Crushed! Cracked glass I bleed, each cut reflects an exploration of a new world. Aqueducts of vast deconstruction And consciousness from the unconscious Flow through Joyce's reality runes, Enlightening the inner space of spaces. Linguistic complexities roars... Picasso's cubism captures Reality's fractured, fragmented faces, Functional frowning funny. Reality is not fixed… Perspectives constantly shift, Perception slowly groans and grows. Listen, to Beethoven's notes as they transcend All our deepest pain and sorrows. Hear the lofty choir's song revealing, “Joyful, Joyful we Adore Thee!” Praise as they sing it Over and over again. Let the praise fill the earth. Sanguinity at its most stylish and Potential at its worst. The dawn’s pledge fades too fast, night sect embeds emotional sorrows… While Poe's macabre mirror to the soul Constrains with haunting talks, My mind seeks darker, spectral cemetery grounds In a weird dream where reason struggles. Does it need to? Irrational and rational, Psychological and mathematical. Philosophical epistemology is in flux. As I grapple with the phenomenal, The noumenal remains A model of a deluxe model. It seems beyond my grasp, There are continuous, constrained conditions. Yet, my senses are oppressively limited, and Oh, Stay! What about their crux? Ultimately, does it count? Hmmm… Constellational mysteries dissolve into a child’s horselaugh. Perhaps it never did? I question everything as I experience Existential queries and crises Arise around me. Especially in the face of life's Absurd absurdities. Have I sought a verity, Behind every guise and disguise? To defy my own futility, Yet strive to touch ethereal skies, I explore through metaphysical debate And aesthetic contemplation. I challenge what I Cogitate, agitate, cohabitate, obliterate… Be mindful! Relax! I exfoliate my immature ways. Bungee jumping into The oscillation of the Churning, turning, burning, Wheel of life. That puts me 'tween Mistrustfulness and faith, love and hate. Where is my surrogate? Do I? Should I? Abate? In this overwhelming Monstrosity of thought… Where wisdom and folly Entertain, entwine, and design. I find the “Ought” battles hard-fought... Is this my eternal lot? From personal strife to universal quest A stress test as I, Search for the meaning of life In your soul and mine to test. It leaves a plethora of questions Answered and unanswered As if by some Grand Design. Yet, why must I be distraught? Oh, liberality of study and thought? Where wisdom and folly cotillion, I birth battles hard-fought. This, my assigned lot! As I seek out the Grand Designer, Pure love, faith, truth, hope, and honesty A sudden pureness of thought! Time is fleeting as reality recedes and understanding Ripens or rots in those twilight years. Anyway, it's just a thought.