I, a seventeen year old, have spent the past two months contemplating upon life and its meaning.
Moreover, I have just finished reading a book about the philosophical implications of the infamous
'meaning of life question. The poem that I am about to show you, I wrote about twenty minutes ago. I didn't spend a huge amount of time on it but nevertheless, it sums up the journey I have been on and the philosophies I have come across during the past few months or so.
---Every sight that lives between birth and death
Knows no meaning when the world is man-less.
If Man is the spirit of life through which voids
Be holes that overflow with meaning and other holes,
The more vacuous I am upon the tragic stage that is my will.
Nothing more can one be than a one sided mirror.
Treachery is found within each of us and the
Reflections that we cannot reach.
Moreover, I have just finished reading a book about the philosophical implications of the infamous
'meaning of life question. The poem that I am about to show you, I wrote about twenty minutes ago. I didn't spend a huge amount of time on it but nevertheless, it sums up the journey I have been on and the philosophies I have come across during the past few months or so.
---Every sight that lives between birth and death
Knows no meaning when the world is man-less.
If Man is the spirit of life through which voids
Be holes that overflow with meaning and other holes,
The more vacuous I am upon the tragic stage that is my will.
Nothing more can one be than a one sided mirror.
Treachery is found within each of us and the
Reflections that we cannot reach.