I fret upon the rubble of stories my ancestors fought over.
Should I turn from masochistic truth
toward lies to live by?
Once reality seems unbearable, faith may appear essential.
Yet, what if current religions fail to inspire?
Despite unwanted needs for community and authority
festering beneath victorious individualism.
Where a sacred vocabulary reveals hierarchy…
does holiness subvert equality?
Which path to follow?
Some decisions expose reason’s insufficiency.
Doubts are so fertile.
Not merely when facts can be cited on opposing sides,
or that assertions occur within time,
and memory is fallible…
but, since being taught to speak by others,
can one even be sure about the meaning of words
used to describe inner experience?
Moving away from philosophy
a personal question arises:
do I lack metaphysical capacities?
Am I simply deficient in certain feelings,
required for belief…
Like those associated with beauty:
as yearning lights up the beloved
in an aura of attraction
while strangers fall outside
I consider my empty life…
If everything desired becomes unattainable, why continue to strive?
amid enduring isolation
any rare examples
of female conversation
tend to resemble an interview
concerning a job
I am unqualified.
I meet women
who are indecisive
about their passion
they always know
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