The Fragile Mind - State Of Being 1

Perceived reality -
as it is -
is an accumulation
of discomforts
uncertainties
inconveniences
dislikes
all of which
unite in one
certain algorithm
a (self-)universal
pulse
pulse
pulse
Pulsing through the Brain.
In all times
with variables
constants are prudent.

That certainty
is no more than
an individual's attempt
to justify existence
the purpose of that life
to find purpose
and no two
are like white light
homogenous and pure
but rather as lines
drawn by children
on a playground
in various chalks
varying lengths and colours and
widths, the only
similarity between them
the constant bobbles
of the unsure Hand
trying to create
- establish clarity -
on unsteady Ground.

For aren't we all true children,
juxtaposed on the knowledgeable dark area
of space's black top
the universal playground, trying to draw rainbow
lines to guide our own way?

Take away those scribbles, crude, infantile attempts at creation
what is left?

Space, in its infinite being.
No imperfect attempts
of justifying why
or establishing purpose.

just
infinite