Life
Let’s say I’m my own
experiment, some attempt
my consciousness makes
to understand
itself, the world, goodness
or evilness.
The Why, The Truth,
the dot on the i of this life.
An experiment attempted
through the clumsy,
scratched, dulled, and limited
instruments of my body.
And let’s admit that
the experiment is flawed–
awash in uncontrolled-for
variables, hopelessly
subjective and forever
ongoing with only
the squishiest hypothesis
to drive its questions.
How could this experiment
be measured, understood, trusted?
And how could it matter?
What rational mind would propose
or engage in this work?
What sentient creature could
ever do anything else?
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