How to solve a paradox

None of us truly knows the answer to any question

We all pass by one another every day

Pretending that we know what we are and where we’re going

We should all go mad grasping at meaning

Instead we choose to live a great collective white lie

We walk oblivious, time’s whisper at our backs

Stop and be viscerally aware of your being and doing and thinking

The knife edge where your thoughts end and you begin

We pretend that we exist for reasons

We pretend that we exist for no reason

And we cope by saying “someday maybe”

We naively hope to break the surface of this great cosmic sea of yes

To see beneath the roiling conscious foam

Our only tools, impossibly small poorly formed questions

And a strange fleshy Id that only knows how to yearn

Somehow I have gotten so far

Somehow I have gotten nowhere at all

Someday, maybe