Even More
What is the meaning of life?
A profound question that seems unanswerable
and yet, deserves 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 than merely living!
I've examined life through the eyes of science
that sees 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's all there is to life, then mission accomplished!
But I believe there is more to 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 like 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!
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