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- Intrepid Mythic Member
We’ve watched while the stars burned
Out, and creation played in reverse.
The Universe freezing in half-light.
Once I thought to escape.
To end a master, step out of the
Path of collapse. Escape would make us God.
Yet I cannot help but remember one enigma,
A hybrid, elusive destroyer.
This is the one mystery I have not solved.
The only element unaccounted for.
Darkness dies,
Light fails,
But when everything settles,
They were never there,
Lies all.
But the lie matter’s not,
Why should it?
What we believe is what we see,
And we will never see otherwise.
We are all fanatics,
Holding on to what we see as right,
When in fact there is no right,
Only shades and subtleties.
Laughter, anger, tears,
All false,
But entirely real,
Meaning nothing at all,
If you choose not to see.
Perhaps blind,
Perhaps wise,
Opinion reigns with an iron fist.
But if all shifts,
Moving as an ocean,
Never solid,
Never settles,
How can we believe,
How can we see,
What we wish?
What we wish is light to us,
But another’s blackest night,
In the end a fools world.
How can we believe,
What doesn’t exist?
Our basest principles,
Our own senses speak no sense,
If we see them not,
Or if they can not be seen.
Dare we stand on the sea,
Make a base from nothing,
On which to stand,
And preach?
Where must we start,
Where can we?
Can we begin at all,
To believe,
To see?
Blind in the light,
Or seeing in darkness,
Each the same,
Unmoving,
Yet never there.
We know nothing,
But must not believe that.
If we do,
We fall,
None the wiser,
Or wisest of all.