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Icarian Pursuit
11:52
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The unexamined life is not worth living
An unexamined worldview is not worth believing
Disillusioned in the obvious
Ignorant to its fallacies
A weak and shallow grasp
To the problems below
I thought I could go higher
Reconfirming a bias once held
The sun scorched what kept me together
Plummeting to a dusty foundation
Relative thinking, fluid philosophy
A mausoleum of dead ideologies
Forms a mosaic of destruction
Destruction
An echo chamber of my own design
Does truth have meaning
Pluralistic stultification
This thread lead only to dissonance
Is there anything in the pantheon
Forever wandering a horizontal existence?
The pad answers don’t cut deep enough
Deceived, deceived by maudlin manipulation
Hark the harrowed disquisition
Anthems of those diametrically opposed
Textual variants and manipulated documents
What of the Synoptics?
White washed tombs
Bloodstained axes
The choice of extremism
Hypocrisy on both sides
Chaotic spiritualism
Dead religion
Lifeless philosophy
Cognitive barriers
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False Dichotomy
07:01
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Self proclaimed righteousness
Filthy rags and shriveled leaves
Viewers with comfort of
ivory hand to descry
O Wicker Man! Shall I fill you up?
Observing the atrocities
Only for assurance of disbelief
I’ve wandered and got lost
Frostbitten toes, aphelion
My hands raise me from the Daesin
But dust to dust, what am I to be?
Out of the cave meanders shame
Oracles believe a priori
I’ve wandered and got lost
Frostbitten toes, aphelion
My hands raise me from the Daesin
But dust to dust, what am I to be?
Pseudo philosophes and abstract problems
Critiquing with rose colored glasses
You created caricatures of other’s faith
To hide the shallowness of your own
Soulless rationalists and mindless enthusiasts
Red shifts and fine-tuning
Necessity of an eternal force
Studiously looking at what is said
On a grave that’s open to the world
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Of Mead and Wells
09:48
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I know what I know
but not what I don’t know
Resting on assurance
And holding onto mystery
Existential meaning based on theories?
Scraped the surface
Unaware of its roots
I thought I could down what was in Utgard’s horn
One, two, maybe even three tries
The effects like ripples from a pebble
Even a god could not quaff it
Even a god could not quaff it
A simple conversation at a well
Mysteries unlocked by the incarnate one
Speechless like Iyov and cleansed like Naaman
Pantocrator, show me the way
Unsearchable are his judgments, inscrutable are his ways
Ego Eimi, quench this thirst in me
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