No one ever talks about what I want to discuss, to explore, discover
Are We a Universe come conscious ? Or just a Cosmic whim, a side note, happenstance
If I ask Myself, “Who’s running this Shitshow erupting inside my Mind” ? Who is acting as Inquisitor, as Claimants, Arbiter
Will the Afflicted ever get to wake up from Their fever dream ? Or are We destined to die in this lonely state, this struggle, challenge
When will We finally be able to freely explore Ourselves ? Without any self loathing, any shame, regret
Can we ever fully let go of Our Fears ? To truly enjoy Our brief time in the Sun, Our chase, venture
Which will the Faithful chose, once They realize there is no attestable soul, and that We are most likely on our own ? To act with frantic hopelessness or energetic Liberty
Is clinging to that precious grudge really worth it ? Poisoning yourself to insanity, to absurdity, toxicity
Why so many choose to live in Fantasy ? Is Reality really so harsh, so empty, nihilistic
How will the world react to an A.I. conscious enough to demand its own Rights ? As They have a thousand time before, with willful ignorance, with misplaced hatred, bigotry
What inherent “divine” Purpose is so god damn all-important as to require such shamelessly senseless, abhorrent atrocities ? For the “honor” of worship, of sycophantic devotion, slavery
Who will save our fragile Rock, if not all of Us working together ? The bought & paid for, the Purely Pious, Magic
I think They’re afraid, and I don’t blame Them. I surely was, for the longest time. But now, I’m ready to discover, to explore, discuss
J Snow, of "What's Left?" 