The Voice of Question

Short Essay

  I am the Voice of Question, I am plagued with questions that cannot be answered, as if there is forbidden knowledge being withheld from me. My endless inquiry is fruitless. I am the speaker for those who have chosen to pursue logic, for those of you who seek higher insight. Yet am I dysfunctional? Perhaps if my voice was not that of a mortal, whose short life and limited awareness have encumbered my rationalism. But alas, I am enslaved to time, for all that begins must end. Is time naught but an illusion? Oh fate, dispassionate cruelty. Is the mind of man adequate to decipher [our] origin? Listen to me, I ask- turn me not aside! I stand knocking on the gateway, ignore me not. The genesis withheld, destiny shall you reveal yourself? Am I forced to beg? Am I scorned upon by an unseen Originator? Logic betray me not; I face a lamentable end.

Author's Note

Hope you like it! Let me know what your thoughts are on this style of writing. If you are kind enough to review, I shall return the favor.

Reviews

[Reeti]

The "Voice of Question" has been given its own entity. The tone of the voice changes from being determined to inquisitive to desperate. Our own mental phases change like this, when we raise questions over our existence. Your writing is very realistically composed. It is a very intriguing thought that man does not have answers to everything. Even if we know how, out of scientific complexity, Earth has been formed, why are we?

It's wonderful that i now have read this short but valuable, literary and unique piece of work. Keep it up, Quexy! =)

[Quexycyclops]

Thank you for your review! I subconsciously felt the voice change, but did not notice the stages. I appreciate you pointing that out, and I'm glad you liked it. :)

[Julie Wolfe]

‘ I stand knocking on the gateway, ignore me not. The genesis withheld, destiny shall you reveal yourself? Am I forced to beg? Am I scorned upon by an unseen Originator?‘ i love those lines because it shows no one can never know anything. It shows that no matter how much we learn through sience no one will ever think they know enough. I love this poem it really give you some more things to tink about

[T. Greyman]

You continue to surprise me.
Human nature is to forever reach to the unknown and make it known, and I ask myself the same questions "Can we really understand everything? What is our limit? What do we do when we reach it?"
However, I don't agree that we should despair when we reach it, we already know more than we thought imaginable, imagine how much we'd know when we reach the limit.
Question everything.

[Quexycyclops]

I am pleased to have surprised, fellow writer! It seems the essay communicated two different messages to us. I suppose mine was a reflection of my own questioning of our origin, and by that I mean where do we come from? A Creator, or by natural evolution perhaps? It seems a pathetic conundrum, as no one can answer the question. Thus for me, a fruitless quest which has ended in nothing but frustration. I suppose that is why I ended it in a despairing tone. That aside, I appreciate and thank you for your review ! :)

[Questa]

"Im am enslaved to time, for all that begins must end."
Very well put! I myself am very fascinated by the idea of time and more frequently than not find my mind in places very relateable to your own.

"Perhaps if my voice was not that of a mortal" this line...i just love it :)

[Quexycyclops]

I'm happy you liked it, this piece was a reflection of my own curiosities / doubts I suppose. Thanks for the feedback :)