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 MetaphysicsWhat is the meaning of all this,Why are we hereWhy amIhere?Let's get down to it.It ’s simpler than anyone thought.It ’s not an inscrutable game,A cosmic battle for every last soul.All you have to do is look.Pay attention to everything that is.The cobwebs in your closetThis spinning electric ceiling fanThe cool smoothness of clean bowlsThe flowers wilting in Indian summer heat.How could they exist without you?Find an empty room, a vast fall fieldOf long grasses and Queen Anne's lace.Seek out the the abandoned placesWhere things can only be as you see.  It ’s up to you to bring them all alive.This is no time for dwelling on your silly lifeAnd all the illusory railings in your mind.It ’s time to stop looking insideEmpty imaginary boxes.Name and catalog all the rest;Mammals, bones, moods,The varieties of rain and snowflakes and socks.Even tears will wink with gratitude.Here ’s a marching row of dutiful antsBlack squirrels scratching up treesWhisperings of September breezes.Who but you is there to translate?Your life is its own esoteric fluency.Eventually you ’ll find it,Whether bold strategy or fateOr blind stumbling luck.It ’s always dark there.And you ’ve long ago lost the tracks. It ’s out there though.It would never try to hide.So don't give upKeep goingKeep conjuring that worldAnd you ’ll narrow it downTo a few things that you Can ’t stop gazing at;That girl you must loveThe young boy you will guide.They ’ve been w...

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - September 12, 2021 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs