The Elusive Conclusion

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The Elusive Conclusion

In a world of human intervention all are oblivious to everything and nothing. We as a population are aboard this vessel of the universe for one reason; the vessel will have us. One day however there will be a scenario of apocalypse. All will be standing awaiting the approaching end and one thought will be going through everyone’s mind for the most part. Why has it taken up until now, our impending death, to realize that the grass is green, and life is organized? Why is it that this moment is when we realize that there could have been so much out there for us? If only we would have been more open to natures suggestions and not so enraptured in our own train of thought could this have been prevented?? This vital question will be racing through man-kind Heads; much like the adrenalin will be coursing through our arteries and veins as we look up at a daylight sky without the blue and a sun which threatens encroachment upon every living inhabitant of this blue marble. This is not a warning of global warming but a chance for a reader to investigate within themselves the type of person they choose to be and the type of life they choose to lead. This isn’t a demand of lifestyle, nor is it supposed to be a life changing philosophy. It’s my observations of human behavior and a collection of hypothetical scenarios. Why will it take an apocalyptic moment to persuade most people to see a bounty of love? I believe that we as humans think in very different terms than what might be considered normal by any other living thing. When I see an animal, a roommate on this earth, I think to myself, why are we so different? Is it our definitions and reasoning abilities? Or maybe perhaps it’s our opposable thumbs? Could it be the mere fact that we can communicate in an organized fashion? Regardless of the reasons why we must be selected to rule this earth, we are ruling it. We are putting ourselves in the position of the metaphorical spoiled teenager. We are given a car before we know enough about it, we are driving and we run into issues with the car. Now do we blame the car or do we blame the adolescent whom does not know enough about themselves let alone about a sophisticated piece of machinery? Its thoughts like these from which we will find answers. We are the adolescent, even though we will deny it due to a belief that we can do no wrong, we are put here to solve the world’s problems. But does the world really have any problems? My answer is yes, and the world’s problems are us. Not as individuals but as a collective society that’s traced through the ages. If you look back we lost our innocence when we are branded as "civilized", a word which is the epitome of humanism. How can we call ourselves civilized if we allow killing of fellow men for land, religion, or punishment? We put these words into use recklessly and it just harbors our behaviors. When we are given the notion that it is human nature to kill and take advantage of others we are redefining who we are. Our word civilized has a different connotation entirely and we contradict our own beliefs. How can we rule the earth if we can’t control our actions with each other?

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Sophialaurenea commented on The Elusive Conclusion

06-11-2009

EAT SMOKE ALCOHOL DRUGS: I CHOOSE TO WRITE By Sophialaurenea Y. Destine RAPE You raped me! You recorded me on tape! Were you ever my friend? My heart may never mend. My most personal though, oh Jesus! Were you bought? And now, you're caught! Have you no loyalty, even though I 'm not of royalty? You have no morals. You lie with such plural. You destory our trust. I 'm hurt with disgust. You rape me! You can't hide behind your cape. Okay, you have me on tape. My little hairs stand on my nape.I told the truth on those tapes. Can't you see that you were wrong? I want to tell you I'm still strong. I wrote this poem as a venting mechanism: When I was volunteering my spiritual gifts among the 34th,33rd, 10th, 9th pcts of New York Police Department. I was naive to think I could just give what I now and go. The police checked me out thoroughly. It's ashame that I can't volunteer my spiritual gifts in the state I love the most.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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