Existential Questions for 2020 (and Beyond)
Does magick exist?
How do you get excited to travel
when everyone is from everywhere, and there's no place on earth that hasn't already been touched by us?
Whose idea was it to stuff us into these separate bodies anyway,
knowing that we all are made up of the same consciousness,
and where we come from we are one?
Is it some kind of cosmic irony,
a joke among the stars,
that loneliness has always been
the most visceral,
the most harrowing,
of all human emotions?
Is love so elusive and fleeting
because these human bodies are
the real barriers to it?
Is loneliness in fact more natural for these bodies
When it's clear that someone you love
can't join you any further on your journey,
how do you muster up the strength
to go on without them?
How can I manifest my art,
transfer blood cells and brain matter
into terrifyingly vivid reality,
when these fleshy hands
are just so fragile? Is there even a point
Are we all just little pieces of God,
that the individual we are seeking to worship
Why do we keep asking questions
to which we know there are
Is it because if we found out about them, we would no longer be human?
Why would our souls be so willing
to rip themselves apart from each other,
to experience what it's like to be a mortal individual,
if we didn't have the privilege
of complete free will to choose our destiny?
Will you still say it was never up to you
when you're old,
on your deathbed, unfulfilled
and teeming with regrets?
Who was supposed
to make sure you had none?
Do I still have time?