About life and why
To read the words of
Richard Dawkins
scholar, atheist,
explaining the origins of life
it takes me further
to a better understanding
of the building blocks of us
what amazes me, from time to time
is that he will not leave the path of science,
for a laugh
meaning, that belief and truth
are not compatible on this earth
according to the great mind of that man.
My mother asked me a few days past
what good does the intellect do?
she always has been, a person with
great insightful soul
she didn't need
the great works of philosophers
to tell her the wrong and right things,
giving birth to and caring
for three beings
from her womb
she just felt it, and knew
but her question was good
so I tried to explain
my personal thoughts about this
exploration of mind and soul
so I said to her:
I understand that by looking at things
whereas it be Carl Von Linné looking at plants in multitude,
wanting to categorize his world,
wanting to know his world
to Tycho Brahe, up in his tower of luminescent research
of the universe
or Charles Darwin, much loved by Dawkins,
heading to the peak of understanding
the origins of life
through a long journey
in the 18hundreds time and mind
so came I to the realization
I told my mom, that we are looking at our selves
the deeper and deeper we sink into this catalog of life
the one thing we will come to understand
is
that we are looking at ourselves.
In the cosmos, or in a microscope
all we will ever see is us,
with atoms that build us
with what the universe in it's birth flung
at us
throwing all the building blocks of life
the one we know,
as we are, as we feel it, see, love
but what that introspection does not answer;
is the why.
Words by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-05-07 at 02:14
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