Be One

We feel the pain, 
but we do not understand. 
Where, where does this pain come from? 
Why do we experience it? 
Why must we hurt, be hurt?
What has life given us, 
that it can take this away?

A man walked across the desert. He fell, he hurt, he was killed
by a careless driver.

Why did this happen? 
To appease the mind, 
the soul 
of one young man, 
one young boy who decided that his lot in life was not good enough?

Or for some other reason?

A man, seeing a light, melts into a dew.

Chicken Little only has to be right once.

lack of capitalization, 
formatting, 
indenting, 
randomness, 
killing, 
agony, 
torture, 
love, 
hate, 
sex, 
forbidding.

All the tools of a poet are those of the soul. 
The soul is evil, it is corrupt. 
There is no man on earth who deserves to live.

Why does he live? Why must we care? Why must we hate?

I WISH FOR THIS WORLD NOT TO BE THE WAY IT IS!!!

But it is not to be. 
The world is, 
we accept, 
we understand, 
we feel truth, 
in its many, teeth-gnashing forms.

And deserts within deserts, 
and eggs toppling down thousands of feet, 
and hatred, 
and randomness 
are part of that. 
We must accept, or be absorbed into the thousand individual temptations

to be absorbed into the thousand individual temptations 
to be absorbed into mainstream society.

But why?

Why stay away? Why not accept, give in, understand, and FEEL!?

For if one does that, and understands spelling, and life, he dies.

There is no growth without idiocy.

Understand this, and one may understand more.

Be at peace with yourself.

Be one.