I seem to be reinfected by philosophy
and hope this relapse proves temporary
soon erupt like symptoms
through my head…
That single acts hold meaning
lacked in a totality
As each sentence, not whole language, makes its sense
So life could have many meanings
bound to separate events
rather than reflected overall.
without a macromeaning.
If character results from experience plus memory
living fully in the present
Are death-instincts glimpsed via powers of shame
akin to programmed cell-death (apoptosis)
scaled up on social terms?
Feedback from others keeping us alive
while prolonged isolation fuels rumination,
Potential instability in those whose hatred of authority
for its love.
People quoting “God is dead” as atheism:
Religion also stuck at the denial stage of grief.
Pride in our originality
aided with ignorance of history.
Ends corrupted by means.
An ethical sentiment.
letting organisms tap into it
at a neural interface.
Screens replace ancestral campfires
gaining an attention primed across evolution
Here occurred my own distraction.
Once hail began
upon the windowpane
beneath deep grey skies
of an England
may not quite
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