Look straight ahead. Tell me what you see.
A building. A sidewalk. A tower. A street...
Here, how easy we forget or never even cared to know,
The infinite galactic chasm above or the the molten core below.
“The earth in our hands!” We like to think.
“We will never perish!” we say. “This ship could never sink!”
We build. We conquer. We sell and we buy.
We love. We hate. We kill and we die.
Everything we have ever said, heard, seen or believed,
All the things we have cherished. All the the things we have achieved,
Were conceived in our own right, for we know they should be conceived.
But is it all just our own projection? Have we ourselves been deceived?
A Theater. That is all we have created.
The cast forgot long ago, but the act has never faded.
Day to day, we play the part. Dreading a future contemplated.
But no one sees or cares for the truth. Even when it is simply stated.
So concerned with human endeavors.
Believing a belief that we should be believers.
This state. This city. This steeple we live in,
Consumes and blocks out what’s left of our vision.
We take for granted all that could be taken.
Forgetting ourselves, so as to never awaken.
One shred of tangible proof and the whole system is shaken.
And the chance for enlightenment? Lost in translation.
But, there are those who depart from the crowded grave.
And let beat the heart they chose to save.
This lonely mind, one light in a chasmic cave,
Was the only one to leave this Theater, with an intellect so brave.
This mind became a heretic to the herd.
And when asked “What’s wrong with you” and told they were absurd,
They replied aloud, in eternally empirical word:
“I have seen through the veil. I know this to be true.
I have studied our condition and I proclaim to you.
Without a skeptic mind. Without the ability to ask why,
We will, in turn, forget the sky.
And the hope of leaving this perpetual horizontal perspective behind,
Will, to us, forever die.”
-Colt Gunnarson
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