Process of observation of everything…..
Absorbing, like a sea sponge,
everything….
Existance as a whole is puzzling….

A question with no answer like a war without an end…
Casualties, heroes, and fools
emerge from within its depths…
Ponder my roots.
From exactly where do I stem;
In what do I rest?
What is real and what is pretense?
Real is nothing
and pretense is common…
But both are left without definition;
As is LOVE,
so directly related to those from which I came…

And if it was LOVE in which I was concieved…
Then, in innocence, born….?….
Why then love must be the embryo of innocence!

In time, to be shattered as well,
by change, or fate, or God.
But what are these?
Change is forever; is unending.
But what are fate and God?
Truly insecurities?
Like those smothering the human race and recessing it….
Are we again pretending?
- again reassuring ourselves that there is indeed
a predetermined plan for life and a reason to BE….
To exist without purpose is terrifying.

Fear is blocked by walls of pretense;
And so fate and God are born of fear…
But fear is not of hate;
Which is ignorance and stupidity…
- Fear is of simplicity.
It ensures our emotional capability
to love.

Ignorance and stupidity are hate
but in some unanswerable way
touch hands with love
in a cycle… as is everything.
Man is a creature of mind; of habitual function
and we seek for an opposite;
a closure…
If one cannot hate,
how can one love;
and the opposite???

For my conclusion is simply
that life consists of love, and only that;
And other emotions are intertwined,
somewhere within the cycle lying inside
each whom grew out of it,
and existance is truly LOVE…
ours to percieve from which angle we will.