The question of life rephrased...
Beyond the fact of souls or naught, I ponder this:
Is a soul destined? Have we but borrowed time, but to discover some purpose at once our own and yet not, to then achieve it and be off?
What then of lovers, fighters, politicians, Mad Men?
What then of those who search forever for purpose unfound?
What then, I wonder, of us?
Were we meant to be or have we, in time's expense, merely touched, forged our own pleasure from this unkind existence? We have found each other's life but a short while, and in finding we have conversed with one another, as we are desperate for company. Desperate as those on ships passing in the night, dense of fog through waters solemn, solitary, cold... Through this world of agony and loneliness we have greedily drunk of each other's company and professed death before departure. Alas. Ships passing in the night do move on and out of earshot to their own destined purposes greater than our own lonely discourses. Is this too our lot? Or shall we meet and never part? In parting are we to meet again and find rekindled love all the stronger at each awaited greeting? Is there meaning and purpose beyond us, Is there purpose to this life without each other, have we some greater cause than to find one another and to remain tied like barge to water? Tell me; is our purpose each other or some greater calling's cause? Is there reason, is there life, is there love? What more; should my love of you need for reason?
Is a soul destined? Have we but borrowed time, but to discover some purpose at once our own and yet not, to then achieve it and be off?
What then of lovers, fighters, politicians, Mad Men?
What then of those who search forever for purpose unfound?
What then, I wonder, of us?
Were we meant to be or have we, in time's expense, merely touched, forged our own pleasure from this unkind existence? We have found each other's life but a short while, and in finding we have conversed with one another, as we are desperate for company. Desperate as those on ships passing in the night, dense of fog through waters solemn, solitary, cold... Through this world of agony and loneliness we have greedily drunk of each other's company and professed death before departure. Alas. Ships passing in the night do move on and out of earshot to their own destined purposes greater than our own lonely discourses. Is this too our lot? Or shall we meet and never part? In parting are we to meet again and find rekindled love all the stronger at each awaited greeting? Is there meaning and purpose beyond us, Is there purpose to this life without each other, have we some greater cause than to find one another and to remain tied like barge to water? Tell me; is our purpose each other or some greater calling's cause? Is there reason, is there life, is there love? What more; should my love of you need for reason?
posted by Shannon Hollender @ 2:42 PM
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