I apologize for my post arriving so late in the day. I am in the midst of a midterm study blitz, which requires isolation from any possible distractions… well, I tried. My brain was already distracting me, so I figured I might as well take a few minutes to jot something down to show that I have not forgotten about you guys.
This poem, which I literally came up with on the spot, was inspired by the talk I attended this weekend on the Reality of Man, given by Dr. Mehrdad Ehsani at both the University of Ottawa and the Baha’i Center of Ottawa. The principle concept that I gleaned from his talks was that whether it is from a scientific perspective, or a spiritual one, our existence seems to be based on the same conclusion: we do not really exist. Trust me, it’s not as scary as it sounds. I’ll be summarizing the lecture tomorrow, but for today, enjoy a little taste of my procrastinating, yet philosophical poetry ^_^
I am Nothing, Yet Everything
My fingers dance across the keys in front of me, tapping out a familiar tune.
The words blur across my vision, forming strange patterns I cannot comprehend.
I try to commit this nonsense to memory, but to no avail.
There is so much to learn, so little time to learn it in …
“Why must I memorize this?”
A voice intrudes upon my thoughts, distant yet familiar.
“What purpose will it serve?”
I continue to tap away at my keyboard, distracted by these intermittent thoughts.
“Will my life be better if I know this?”
I shake my head in frustration, the voice becoming more pronounced.
“What meaning does this knowledge give to my existence?”
I push the keyboard away, sighing, sore eyes cast towards the ceiling.
“If I did not exist, would this knowledge still exist?”
Darkness looms over my eyes as they close, blocking out the world.
“If people did not exist, would anything exist?”
I feel the pull of sleep tugging at my consciousness …
“When I sleep, does the world still exist …. do I exist?
We are nothingness, but within this nothingness, everything exists.
I open my eyes and returned, blurry eyed, to my computer, the voice finally silenced as I returned to reading about other people who existed, or still exist within the all encompassing nothingness that is our reality.
I hope this didn’t confuse you guys too much. Sometimes the things I write don’t even make sense to me, but connecting even the most random of thoughts into a poetic pattern helps me to refocus my brain when I’ve been studying for three days straight.
As always, I welcome any comments, questions or concerns, and until next time, happy reading!