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What is the meaning of life?
That is a profound question that seems unanswerable:
and yet, I exist and seek an answer.
Intelligence distinguishes fantasy from reality;
but what of the human soul, that intangible, ethereal link
to the impossible?
Call it God, faith, hope, or wishful thinking;
but I feel there is something more to life!
I've examined life through the eyes of science
and seen Man as a series of genes;
genetically linked in a chain through time.
But what purpose does that serve?
It's enough to drive one crazy!
Is the purpose of life merely to procreate forever?
If that is all there is to life, then mission accomplished!
But I believe there must be more than just being alive;
a purpose for being.
Is it selfish to want more? Maybe.
I sense there is more to life; it's just a feeling,
yet it's getting harder to ignore over the years.
Could it be that I fear death? No, it isn't fear.
It's more of a feeling that I'm missing out on something.
Perhaps something miraculous!
If I blink out when death turns off the switch, so be it!
I'll cease to exist, and that will be the end!
But if, when I die, I experience a reawakening;
to a metaphysical, spiritual realm, despite my misgivings,
I would welcome that experience even more!
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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