Bewilderment

What does it mean to be human—
a being alive on a round rock hurtling through space
rotating on its axis and around the sun, in a never-ending universe? 

That’s a lot to consider, and we don’t even know
the right questions to ask. Most likely we wouldn’t be
able to comprehend the answers, as they would be
so bizarre we couldn’t process them.

Something, whatever that is, never ends, and
that something has always existed. 

What difference does it make to know or not know 
any of this? The vagueness of these questions
comes from not knowing how to discuss it.

So being human—
The most intelligent being on the planet, or are we? 
How can it be intelligence if we have the ability
to harm and destroy others we don’t like or agree with? 

Think of it, we are born, which is a miracle in itself,
we become aware through consciousness, survive as
best we can through faulty systems, trauma imposed
on us, then doing the best we can to make it to the end.

The end of life, then what?


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