Three Faces Philosophy

Three Faces Philosophy What keeps the certainty, The “solid” floor underfoot, Which physics has taught me Not to trust, Or the tautness of my skin Holding me in? Taught me naught Where I begin, Or end And in the end, is the reward The Knowledge, the prize, The secret of this mystery of Life? Mired in the supposed toil To an extent we must, we must, Growing old countenances Labor under the force of gravity, To deny our return to dust, We exist sad beneath fantastic disguises.