life without reason

well wrote.....

but why fixate on 'why'?

every 'reason' wee come up with is essentially just a mirage projected from our
Dept.of Contrived Ego Vapors ---
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aye!could be wrong, right?

I think that you're pretty right on.  Ego vapors – for it’s certainly what they are.  We're like the land of the lost living over here it seems at times; trying to figure a way to free ourselves of something.   I'd never wish it on anybody, but if someone were like me, there is that one big why that kicked off everything then the million in succession.   It was never answered by anybody as I was fixated on it forever and a day, but it starts us on our quest because something inside of us cares so much and is devoted in understanding nature for more than its beauty because we've seen the other side.  We want to understand the wind, and its destruction, however hurtful the answers may be to our frailness.   We'll go to the ends of the earth and cosmos to seek the answers, and within that journey we will eventually answer ourselves, to our Self.  Just the nature of man and a fundamental guidance that comes from within; maybe why is ever the answer.   I'm completely simple and want nothing more, and if within the writing it belongs then it belongs.   In the words of Patrick Pearse; the most passionate words ever spoken with good reason is the passion of life that I'm reminded of. "I have no treasure but hope, no riches made up, but a memory of an ancient glory."    I understand the destruction of the wind - it's just that I can never reconcile with the reasons of man.  

I get what Dan's saying, reason
is but a prop we fashion like
any other, but one we could
only dispense with were we
prepared to fall...we are generally
frightened of falling...

I completely agree with Dan too, I agree with what both of you are saying.   I feel fortunate to have you as my friends.    Maybe I don’t say it enough, but thank you.  

Boy,you really stick your hand deep down inside and pull that why out of me...

I really appreciate your comment.  The preface for the poem cuts and vents very deep.   I took to a writing spree yesterday and believe it or not I got a lot of pages done effortlessly; the words just poured.  I was shocked at myself.   But in writing my story I have to re live some things; I hate that hell.  And when I had exhausted myself in writing,  I started crying because it was the only thing I had left in me – that’s when I wrote it, and I was glad to see people relate, and I appreciate that.   Sometimes I question my own sanity in even dredging the waters to want to be a writer of this type – whatever it should be called.  It's somehow even selfish.  But in doing so, it may inspire others that have a goal of self worth.  Others self-worth is worth it to me, whether they want to be writers or anything else – make it a worthy goal for the sake of being human.  Such as life; it’s painful sometimes.

Life without reason is life in waiting. Enjoyed.

Yes...!  and I waited no longer. I made my own in the truth of nature, and I never looked back - except to write about it.  thank you xmar.