Why?

The Petty Tyrant

How long will I let this one
fry in my mind,
before I decide
to be fearless
or blind?

Ajamu told me that we are all still being born, that this level of existence is a womb stage. Which makes me wonder what is going on psychologically with an infant who is literally in the womb for nine months. And if we are all still being born, what is life really? What are we preparing for? We don’t really know anything about infants. Oh we know what we can observe from the outside but we don’t really have any concrete, empirical data on their inner world. We don’t really know where they came from, where we came from. We don’t really know where we’re going. Birth and death are concepts we have to believe we understand to some extent only as a means to provide us with what happens in the middle; life. And of life we have an endless string of theories, of the meaning and the purpose of it. Is it fated? Is it random? Is someone watching? Is it all a game? All these questions and answers seem to indicate a great deal of doubt over whether, like birth and death, we know anything about life either. We are deep wells of contradiction, infinite potential and utter devastation. We are mysteries, often pretending to be solved. We are birds that can swim. But we cling only to what we think we know. And in doing do, what wonders pass us by? What tiny sparks are doused with sobering “reality” which could have soared into a roaring fire of inspiration for all? And why? That’s one of the biggest and earliest questions of all. From birth to death, we never stop asking why. And why do we never stop asking why?