On being a human being
When the prospect hits you,
in theory if not in practice,
that no one is responsible for anything
they think, say or do, you grow silent.
Immobile. A
preposterous idea at odds with
being a human being, life on the planet earth,
societal structures, religion and morality,
relationships of every stripe. Silent because
it’s a notion inexplicable and indefensible.
And wondrous – how human existence
might have evolved from scratch
on precepts that are simply not true,
information incomplete about who
and what we are, every supposition
negated by our fundamental ignorance.
Start off on the wrong foot and whatever
territory you tread will be hostile,
foreign, fearsome and strange.
O child of God, a mystery within a mystery,
approach it with humility and faith.
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