Mind vs World: A Poetic Singularity
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Embark on a poetic odyssey where the realms of the mind and the world collide. I invite you on a journey of introspection, exploring the enigmatic intersection of existence and perception. As the lines come alive through the complexities of philosophical inquiry, you are challenged to contemplate the paradoxes of reality and the mysteries of the singularity. Dive into a world where boundaries blur and epiphanies await as "Mind vs World: A Poetic Singularity" develops its captivating exploration of the human experience.
It is all about having fun with the poem so enter if you dare.
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Let me lead you on a voyage to the singularity,
where mind and world collide.
What is the mind?
A filter that selects and connects,
the world as it varies,
with all its cues and views?
Or is it a prison that rejects and protects,
the world as it scares,
with all its threats and regrets?
What is the world?
A spectrum that reflects and affects,
the mind as it changes,
with all its modes and codes?
Or is it a void that neglects and ejects,
the mind as it ranges,
with all its goals and roles?
Some say the mind is part of a whole,
a drop in an ocean of waves.
The world is feedback,
a loop of action and reaction.
The mind interacts with the world,
a player of games and roles.
The world adapts to the mind,
a partner of learning and evolution.
But what if all these views are wrong or incomplete?
What if the mind and the world are both obsolete?
What if we are not here, not there, not anywhere?
What if we reside within a black hole’s singularity?
A black hole—a point where nothing escapes,
not even light or sound.
A singularity—a point where nothing exists,
not even mass or energy.
But what if the black hole is not an end but a genesis,
where time and space metamorphose?
What if the singularity is not a void but a seed,
where new possibilities sprout or resprout?
Yet, what if this is all deception, illusion, or trial?
What if the black hole is not a seed but a snare?
What if the mind and the world are not creators, but destroyers?
What if we dwell outside a black hole's singularity?
A singularity—a point where everything converges,
not even space or time.
A black hole—a point where everything diverges,
not even light or sound.
But what if the singularity is not a point, but a sphere,
where everything is inverted and reversed?
What if the black hole is not a point, but a hole,
where everything is excluded and dispersed?
What if the mind is not a filter, but a prison,
where nothing can escape or enter?
What if the world is not a spectrum, but a void,
where nothing can exist or matter?
What if the mind and the world are not reciprocal, but hostile,
where nothing can cooperate or communicate?
What if the mind and the world are not dynamic, but static,
where nothing can change or create?
Enter the Paradoxical Polarity Parody...
Copyright © Daniel Henry Rodgers | Year Posted 2024
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