Mankind, even womankind
came of age, as when
we looked into emptiness and quizzed,
why are we?
In this overwhelmingly vast
expanse of existential cascade, on
a lonely lively blue dot
are we, all of we.
We ask, time again
why are we? And we try,
to figure it out as by
if we are not, then what?
Ages have passed and ages
hence, many lonely broodings
are to bother and burden under it
as for resolution, well is there one?
People say they found answer,
people say the answer is unfindable,
people say the question is wrong,
people, well are people!
Whether any or all of them are true,
how does it matter? Why
need i even care, take the
bother to concern myself?
Am i not curious? Well, yes, am!
But that’s not my only curiosity!
My curiosities galore, from
pinhead to people to planets!
As for why live! Well, why not?
Why care! Well, why not again?
Even if the whole thing is pointless,
why the big fuss!
We still got things happening,
got things to make happen.
Life can never be nothing, for
even nothing is something.
If the whole point was purposeful
plans laid down, roles set
task ready, enlistment on,
how bore it instead would be!
Glad am i as life is, and
be it bright beautiful, or
boring burdensome, either way
any way, life is life, and is unto itself.
Point being, well, is there
a definite necessity for a point to be?
Why need there be a point,
even pointless is just as fine and filling!
Geeks Limbic Ramble 