Why?
Because we are meaning makers
Philosophy the province of the Whys
Not for simple answers, but better questions
Until the question itself collapses
Into another category, bigger question
What? Who? WHO too!
Psychology the province of Mind
Much maligned, abused, manipulated
Words explain, words constrain
Duality the tool of choice
For self-awareness, with Light and Dark
Already back to Philosophy
Literally Love of Wisdom
Though sometimes translated as Love of Knowledge
A much more limited realm
As pointed out by Krishnamurti and Bohm
Together exploring The Limits of Thought
Beyond, Cosmic Scriptwriters Convene
To review and nuance this Act
Of a Cosmic Passion Play
Perspective helps see through the lies
This realm is only Light and Brighter
Life and Death themselves transcended
Allow the metaphor for now
It's science fiction, a device to relax the mind
With Words for the Whys
Other languages assist us too
Mathematics, Music, Art and More
Actors step up to choose their parts
For this round of their soul journey
The theme? Fear again, it runs deep
Brave volunteers choose Dark roles
To better comprehend the Light
We all have that to look at, though not to Fear
Hello Darkness My Old Friend
The Sound of Silence always there, in which to rest
Right Mr C, you're doing great
Casting spells, scaring even co-conspirators
Subtly dropping clues for the frightened
To risk the Sunlight, go to work
That trip to Durham went well
The eyesight test stretched credulity
Then to slip the the tale to complicit papers
Brazen out the storm, move the story on
Leaving people simmering, less afraid
Yet still controlled. Well played
Mr J, a fine performance, still playing the buffoon
Your well honed reputation as a liar
Stretching credulity as jumbled orders tumble forth
Handcock, Gove, the rest of the motley crew
Playing shadow parts to undermine the coup
Why?
A test of compliance a young friend said
Worth exploring. All the shadows
Of human nature undermining clear thinking
Greed, reputation, ancient Fears
Enrolling corrupt scientists, journalists at every level
That's us too
WHO? yes even at that level
NICE! Hmmm and that
Dark Gods play there. Gates of Perception, if opened
Reveal Reality as Infinite, to paraphrase Blake
Plus Huxley on a trip in Brave New World
Well, time is short or really not
Eternity after all is beyond time
Attention spans contract
As information expands, it seems
Try Silence sometimes, stop the pinging
The opinioning on every subject
Divide and Rule's an ancient game
It can be transcended you know
Explore the Fear, but don't dwell there
In the Dark. It's not real, just the absence of Light
In the end the Light is Brighter
Though Infinity infers no end of Whys
It's all Love, and you're not separate from that
Just don't demand to understand it
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