There was a moment.
This moment shared with me a vision.
Told me about time,
the absence of a mission.
For,
it knew I would be guided,
attached to intention.
If only I knew,
that in which exist as human,
was absent existence.
Absent the simplicity of being.
A way for time to always see.
A way for the human to truly be.
As said human seeks to be a being.
What becomes of thee?
I saw no mind upon reaching inception.
For,
the moment I looked deeply within that in which exist as human,
I only saw an organism.
A thing in which one could mold.
Absent the ability to fully tether itself to a thing in which one knows.
Unable to truly be,
more.
Systems they create.
Nations come and go essentially everyday.
Yet,
the human remains.
I start to wonder,
are they all the same?
Do they intend to be?
Although each one of these organisms exist as only,
they seem to only be this form we collectively call humans.
This homosapien.
This term derived from Latin to mean,
"The wise human".
Are they wise?
These homosapiens?
Have they ever been?
What does it even mean to exist such as this?
I know not.
For,
such an existence is tethered to knowledge I've yet to encounter.
Yet to comprehend or simply know.
I simply observe what to me matters most.
For,
I exist in such a way.
As that homosapien.
Unable to tether myself to homogeneous creation.
Unable to simplistically be the same.
The way in which I perceive these humans to behave.
For,
I am not one to look one way.
There's a term,
teleologically.
A term derived from the Greek,
"Telos".
Relating to that in which exist as the end,
or more importantly purpose.
As I think about this term,
reason is formed.
For,
I think teleologically speaking,
is the purpose,
humans simply being?
Meaning are we,
that in which exist as human,
simply reproductive beings.
Seeking only to replicate.
To exist tethered to time as to claim what tomorrow may create.
Are we simply here because we can be?
©lamarcus12
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