could our lives really serve purpose?
Yes of course they all do!!
...are we here for a purpose?
"Your Life Has Meaning & Purpose!"
...is it all bullshit?
What if our true purpose(s) are beyond
the conceptions of our self serving importance & egos of self worth &
we are really here for something we would not even be able to handle if we knew the truth?
Maybe we are the terrestrial lab rats to feed a higher & superior knowledge?
The Terrestrial Scientists:
Where Purpose Serves Itself
it was a Newtonian drop
of a drop that spilled
into the acoustic transparency
polished by the vitrified absorptions of feelings
turning crystal tears into living moments
splashing upon the concrete existences
where emotionality’s embankment continues
pooling inside itself with an executable echo
as if the lottery of life were dispersing new scars
under the gorge of an abandoning rainbow
whispery & peeping into the universe
with irradiant prisms
reflecting outside into the galaxy of sustaining stars
burning eminently with unstoppable fire
into the vastness of descrying distances & voids
which echoed even further with evolutions undestroyed
into something so much larger than
our imaginations and science could ever comprehend or spiritually discover
without innate fear of our instinctual clarities
& primordial survival skills rioting reality with defiance
and our self preservations awakening deeper
into the harsh truths where purpose serves itself
of its own sustainable & executable existences...
Victoria, fascinating and thought provoking. It would not surprise me to find that we earthlings are under observation from somewhere in space, though I've never seen a ufo. But I prefer to think that we
by happenstance happened when the right chemicals got together in that ancient (and I'm talking ancient) stew...and ultimately evolved into what we have become here and now with only one purpose: to be.
Of course, I could be wrong. What I'm right about is that this is
one wonderfully simulating write, so out of character for the
Romantic Poetess. Or is it? Thank you for waking up me olde
brain cells today. -gene.
This brings to mind Bob Lind's Elusive Butterfly (still one of my all time favs).
"Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
it's only me pursuing something I'm not sure of
Across my dreams, with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love."
You have written a very surreal, yet esoteric poem of the human condition as it relates to the cosmic pupose we have no awareness of. There is a purpose to our existence, but only God our father, and His son Jesus the Christ, and all the angels of heavenknow what that purpose truly is. Thank you for sharing Vickie,
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
Well well, you certainly have hit on something here. I do know what you are talking about, there could be a higher plane or purpose, yes.
So much to absorb, but you certainly have opened up many a person's thoughts.
Our capabilities aren't infinite but they are much
amd much to marvel at when we're really pushed
or push ourselves...as to the question of our
origin and nature, the debate will always go on
but for me the probability is we are an improvement
after a doctoring.
Thank you, Vickie, for setting me off with your
wonderful thought and superior, so superior rendering.
In admiration,
Definately a lot to think about and reflect on Vic. I often wondered if there is an higher life form one more advanced than us by say 1000 years there science and technologies would be so superior than ours that we would beleive them to be Gods.
fee
Diamonds have facets that refelct and redirect light into their respective brilliant spectrum colors and are viewed from differing trajectories such as this gem of a write.
Amor
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by happenstance happened when the right chemicals got together in that ancient (and I'm talking ancient) stew...and ultimately evolved into what we have become here and now with only one purpose: to be.
Of course, I could be wrong. What I'm right about is that this is
one wonderfully simulating write, so out of character for the
Romantic Poetess. Or is it? Thank you for waking up me olde
brain cells today. -gene.
"Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
it's only me pursuing something I'm not sure of
Across my dreams, with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love."
You have written a very surreal, yet esoteric poem of the human condition as it relates to the cosmic pupose we have no awareness of. There is a purpose to our existence, but only God our father, and His son Jesus the Christ, and all the angels of heavenknow what that purpose truly is. Thank you for sharing Vickie,
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
So much to absorb, but you certainly have opened up many a person's thoughts.
I shall ponder on this awhile.
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
amd much to marvel at when we're really pushed
or push ourselves...as to the question of our
origin and nature, the debate will always go on
but for me the probability is we are an improvement
after a doctoring.
Thank you, Vickie, for setting me off with your
wonderful thought and superior, so superior rendering.
In admiration,
John
fee
Namaste
Tony
xo Regis
Perfect...
Hugs, Diana...
Amor