Three Secrets
One of the many secrets of life:
There is no true freedom.
Man is slave to his own ignorance
And to his own personal sense of reality.
This, in turn, leads to another secret:
The only true sin is ignorance.
All the sought-out and accepted teachings
Of priests and prophets,
Rabbis and theologians,
Imams and evangelicals
Are just rhetoric, empty words from hollow men
Purportedly meant to give
Comfort and order to Man's life,
But only succeed in burdening him
With a genuine and profound sense
Of undeserved guilt for sins he did not commit.
All the answers Man thinks
He learns from these teachings about life's secrets
Are merely vague, naïve assumptions
Based on unlistened to answers
To unanswered questions,
In his trite and pitiful attempt
To deal with the biggest secret of all…
The reality of death…
And coming, finally, to the inevitable conclusion
That there is no arguing with reality.
Author's note: There is no forestalling the inevitable moment, whenever it may come. The best that most of us can hope for is, that when it's our turn, we might possibly go saddened but not embittered.
Copyright © Jim Slaughter | Year Posted 2023
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