Embrace the Chaos

Not conscious of infinities blast Big Bang into reality our matter hurled The Moira in our ancient past held us captive in this world The blessings are the curses in every man’s situation A profound secret and mystery to one another—the human condition The secret suffering souls demand such solemn serious speculation Yet the absurdity of LIFE in all its levity and evanescence calls for circumspection… We create the stories and gods in hopes And we assign such meaning to everything: stars, numbers, tea-leaves, and dates… We create stories and gods to fill the voids find star- crossed loves and faith in the fates In all the randomness—the beautiful randomness We live, we love, we kiss, and we miss the beauty of chance Kierkegaard a product of his time his philosophical bent in line had yet to be—to see—the reality— of Camu or Sartre in thoughts evolution one solution to counter mother Nature’s hostility or indifference, We wield power over her mock her, scorn her, show her! I am not the powerless weak little creature born to die at your whim— No sin to go—my existence I control. But halt! Oh! our Jungian collective-consciousness in the present soon awakens swooned by modern bards, agnostics and atheists even religious faith shaken A light! A light! A revelation! Because that which is unseen we know to exist The unknown exists and because we don’t know it's purpose.. perhaps there is perhaps there is not one, The horizon we see with our eyes does not exist in reality Physics concrete Science save us… Our eyes set to betray us… All this unknown doesn't mean we can't embrace the chaos And we assign such meaning to everything: stars, numbers, tea-leaves, and dates… Yet it all does exist with a beauty more lovely than any of Shakespeare's fates...