There is no reason
Unless the reason
We discover
Incrementally.
In the dust,
Out of it,
Like everything living
We leave our mark.
We grow
Toward the light,
Toward the sun,
Energy seeking the highest level.
We are the only ones to question
The pull of instinct.
The planets do not roam.
The animals do not question.
We investigate.
We choose.
In choosing we become
Ourselves.
A sequence of choices,
What is a self but
Human choices made
With clarity of mind.
The mind complete.
“Everything that lives is holy.”
Clarity not fashioned
By expediency or naivety or religion.
Clarity fashioned by vision.
This is the true poetic genius,
The only answer to the question
What can we know?