Am I really Here? Or are You really There?
Does it even matter? Do I even care?
And even if We are, and so, I, and You, exist
The riddle ends not there my friend, there’s far more of this pish
For, what is, this, Here and There, We share?
Is There part of Here, or is Here part of There?
Perhaps it’s neither!
And if it’s neither, Here, nor There, We share, then Where?
Even if We say, for arguments sake alone,
That You and I are Here,
When it comes Our time to go,
Is it There to which We go? Or Where?
Or perhaps We come back Here,
In which case, We never left,
In which case, We could not have come back, Here!
Is there, Something, or Nothing, after this Something or Nothing?
Again, for arguments sake, let’s say that We are Here,
And when We leave We go to There, or Where or Here
That does not solve the How!
How did We come to be?
Were we made? And if so,
By Him? Or Her? Or It? or What?
Or perhaps not?
If we were made by Whomever, then who made Whomever?
Or maybe Whomever made Us, but was not Whomself made?
If We were made, do We have a purpose, is there meaning?
If not, is there not?
Or even if so, perhaps there’s not?
And once again, if not, perhaps there is?
I guess what I’m trying to ascertain is, is there a point to all of This,
That is, or isn’t
Does it matter what, I, or You, both say or do?
I guess that’s the problem,
You cannot ascertain the uncertain,
Of that I am certain! or am I?
So when so much is unanswered, uncertain, and unknown,
It can be hard to be the dog, that lets go of that bone,
And even when you do, what is one left feeling?
Doubt is the antithesis, to certainty’s appealing
Terror? Awe? Wonderment? Loneliness? Freedom? Unburdened? Responsible? Insignificant? Significant? Excited? Disinterested? Apathetic? Inspired? Thankful? Resentful? Happy? Sad? overwhelming fear?...
I guess I’ll settle for ambivalence,
and an ice-cold beer.