The real meaning of life
is to create a life with real meaning.
Hollow knocking,
Skies that blur,
Calling for your attention,
Time to wake up.
A strange sense of peace upon you,
Where is your place in history?
Assess your existence,
Time grinds forwards,
Are you being left behind,
......
Our real purpose,
the one that matters most,
is not that of any individual or nation,
but is, instead, the quest over eons
to transcend barbarism and selfishness
and become a more ethical species as a whole.
This will not happen in a day, a year, or even a millennium,
but, if we succeed at all,
will take hundreds of thousands of years.
That doesn't mean what we do now is insignificant, however.
......
The separation between land and sky,
Waves and clouds,
Mountains and wind,
trees and birds.
The horizon can never be reached,
A separation that will never be grasped.
What is seen is what is known,
The question’s beyond the line.
......
In one universe, despair repeats,
the same old speech with nothing new.
In another, we laugh at its persistence—
not because it is small,
but because we are still here.
The room was quiet after the storm,
chairs overturned, papers scattered.
We gathered what was left,
not to restore the old order,
......
In one universe, despair repeats,
the same old speech with nothing new.
In another, we laugh at its persistence—
not because it is small,
but because we are still here.
The room was quiet after the storm,
chairs overturned, papers scattered.
We gathered what was left,
not to restore the old order,
......
Our real purpose,
the one that matters most,
is not that of any individual or nation,
but is, instead, the quest over eons
to transcend barbarism and selfishness
and become a more ethical species as a whole.
This will not happen in a day, a year, or even a millennium,
but, if we succeed at all,
will take hundreds of thousands of years.
That doesn't mean what we do now is insignificant, however.
......
The real meaning of life
is to create a life with real meaning.
The separation between land and sky,
Waves and clouds,
Mountains and wind,
trees and birds.
The horizon can never be reached,
A separation that will never be grasped.
What is seen is what is known,
The question’s beyond the line.
......
Hollow knocking,
Skies that blur,
Calling for your attention,
Time to wake up.
A strange sense of peace upon you,
Where is your place in history?
Assess your existence,
Time grinds forwards,
Are you being left behind,
......