We are, after all, merely human
so we are fraught with questions and lacking answers, willing to take things on faith on occasion.
Take God, for example, although
some say He is uniquely exemplary, we want to know if God is a he, a she, or to cover all our bases, a they.
And when we ask for a sign we
often look to the heavens as if God only operate locally, even Moses knew a bush would suffice.
Actually we hunger for signs now,
in a world gone mad, cursing free will, wanting proof, when all we need do is marvel at nature around us.
I can still recall
the day my mother was ecstatic on learning that everything grew out of a primordial soup. It was proof, she was certain, of a Jewish God, even if he didn’t do it all with his own hands. And, with a broad smile she said, I’m fairly certain at the soup was chicken, maybe with kreplach on the side.
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I imagine I am the creator
I imagine I am the created and I am the creator and I am the created I am both, I am neither.
I exist because I think I exist
so I have created myself, just as you exist to me because I think you exist, I am creator.
I say I can touch you so you
must exist, but I touch with my mind so I cannot prove your existence only the thought of your existence.
When I die, I will no longer exist,
and you will no longer exist as far as my you is concerned and that is the only you I can know.
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First Proposition: You were put up
for adoption because your birth parents couldn’t or didn’t want to raise you.
Second Proposition: We or I adopted you
because I wanted you and not another and to give you the good life you deserved.
Argument: Given all of the possible
alternatives, you ought to be thankful that we saved you from that other life.
First Fallacy: My birth mother feared
rejection for getting pregnant but would have been a loving, educated parent.
Second Fallacy: My adoptive mother
had two children with her second husband after they married, her children at last.
Opinion: You will he told that you are
one of the family, a coequal part inseparable from and of the others, and the same.
Fact: You were made an orphan and
always will be one, and the best you can hope for is to be just like family, a simile
that you know will always be a transparent
wall that you can never hope to climb and which keeps you always separate.
Humor is highly subjective
and what will make
you laugh is just
as likely to elicit
a groan, or worse, from me.
Things I find funny
you are likely to think
absurd or foolish.
It has always been this way
and this is how it will
likely continue, so funny
will remain the final proof
of Einstein’s general theory
and rest assured, he’s laughing
in his grave.