Are we all lost?
Do any know anything that matters?
We have sought truth forever-
or so we would like to believe.
What is it that makes us want to know what is real?
I suppose we are insecure
it helps us to survive to ask
it is our job to ask....and observe....to cause to be and
lessen boredom,
by manifesting our wonder and our ignorance and to make purpose.
Is there inherit purpose-or is it something we make for
ourselves.
Is the world, the universe, just a mass of quirky stuff that
sometimes follows a pattern?
Does it mock us?
Us following the carrot in front of our nose;
incapable of seeing anything else,
because we're a machine.
Are we blind to our own unawareness?
Perhaps it is our blindness that makes us aware.
Perhaps it is something else
