this.stink.shunA Poem by alan khan
i never cared too much for Nietzsche.. but i notice now we've reached a similar conclusion.
there in lies the problem..
we are infinite swirls.
dust from the cosmos,
developed over time.
and just as we are at our core,
endless amounts of scenarios, impossible fine tunings, as well as other innumerable variables
so too is the human condition..
endless equations with unforeseeable outcomes. true agents of controlled chance.
good and bad, as well as morals.. have no business dictating we as a species.
while the fact remains, that at our beginning we were a foolish species.. clinging to
ignorant fairy tales
is understandable.. to continue to exist under such illusion is backwards, and negates growth.
have it in us to live passed the false pretenses that needlessly divide humans and our spirit. The only reasons such needless complexity and misunderstandings exist in this world is because of the heavy stake we as a species still place in empty "belief". they are all made up, all man made things.. none with any truths or facts.
to look passed the foolish confines of our passed traditions,
would only serve to dismantle our barriers of ignorance.
but alas.. i grow weary of such heavy thought.
you must forgive me dear reader, for i do not normally concern myself with such matters.
generally i stick to the important things in life. fiction, food, and females.
passed that not much else means anything as far as i'm concerned.
© 2012 alan khan
Added on July 29, 2011
Last Updated on January 23, 2012