I parody the beliefs of the ruling elite
Those who point to the stars to find no meaning
Those who look to the atom to find that
They can see no eye looking back at them.
I laugh at their attempts to create
Ways of being and ways of knowing
Which long for truth and meaning
But so often just ridicule their own reflections.
Like Pandora they dig deep into a box of knowledge
Only to discover, instead of a demon,
Nothing
And they dance around the nothing
In ritualistic fervour pretending that anyone
Else who finds meaning in any other way
Must be mad.
26 March 2014
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