I don't have the answer.
I don't think anyone has.
And that's my answer.
That's humanity's one, true calling…
to search for something we'll never find.
We're not here bye anyone's design
But our own
Our very nature is to Grow, to learn
Not the hollow pursuits of science
But of ourselves
Each of us experiencing existence
From our own, unique perspective
Learning about ourselves
Thereby learning about existence
Current cultural teaching
The torture of socializing
Are merely braces
Keeping us from gaining insight
If we allow it
We're steered into
Sticking our head into
A narrow hole in the ground
Fooled into picking and choosing
Tiny pieces of ourselves
Tiny pieces Of Reality
Instead of embracing it all
Life is Diversity
Not one single wave
Not even an ocean
But an ocean of oceans.
Deny one part of nature
And your nature
And you deny it all!
Are you a human, roaming Wild
Or are you a sheep
Stewarded (by a Shepard) through cages?
Good and bad, right or wrong
What does it matter
Except as a moral outrage
Of a contained
Mockery of Life
Illusions in a box
Of inhumanity
Experience is the key
Diversity is the lock
Not a lock at all
To Eternity
And it's all just words
Names for something words
Can never describe
We're searching endlessly for
something we'll never find
And it's good.

Amos Keppler
2001-06-06
167. Night 12056, in the first year in the time of The Twilight Storm