If the ultimate reality is a formless, meaningless one
it is by this exact nature that form, and meaning can exist
my search for truth has always taken the form of searching for meaning
and I couldn't fathom that meaning only existed because the truth of the matter
was that it ultimately doesn't exist at all, it's just a dream, so are the vehicles for arriving there
and it's caused me such sorrow and pain, a heavy heartedness by insisting there be
something malleable, something I could logically comprehend, and fathom intellectually.
it really is all just a dream, and there really isn't a problem, realizing this
feels something like a dump truck being lifted off my heart.
Now, if I could only keep it off there, for good.
"We know nothing at all. All our knowledge is but the knowledge of schoolchildren. The real nature of things we shall never know." - Albert Einstein
"When will our consciences grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it?"