To What End Do We See?

Wed, 10/10/2018 - 19:59 -- Aegis

I want there to be something beyond here.

This world of norms and wading ponds is a continual experience of foundationless questions.

To believe that past sight lies oceans and running water,

With tides and current because of gravitational pulls beyond our worlds reach seems so,

So liberating!

But what comes to show for it? What is given to them who see?

What could be given? Not financial security. 

Perhaps sight is a good that is rewarded by itself, or the fruit of its own labor.

To what end then do we see? Against fear? For light? If so, then what is given?

A path? One lighted with stepping stones leading to some quaint welcoming home?

No? To what end then, do we see? A truth? A fragmented reality?

Do we pull parts out of clocks to orchestrate a broken time’s masterful, forgotten art?

Or are we floating, and senselessly hoping for a pause before we reach an unforeseeable end?

No?

Then to what end do we see?

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