Logic is non-existent –
it is an idea.
We know so very little of the world that surrounds us
that all we can hope for
is some significance in our assumptions.
We explore the stars,
the arts, and laws of physics,
all in insecure desperation to explain the flow of being we call life.
We seek answers so urgently
that our notions become increasingly solidified as generations pass on – leaving us with what we think is knowledge;
what we trust is fact.
I yearn to see through the fog I was destined to be blinded by;
I hunger for the judgment only an animal could understand.
The most logical thing we will ever do –I say with pure mirth,
is cry from raw instinct at the moment of birth.