And as I sat there so aimlessly staring at the empty voids
I realized that the reason proliferated its way into existence,
That everything, from idea created, to end destroyed,
only made sense stemming from the idea of resisting resistance.
She stands, she rises, she falls, but throughout it all she screams,
“I believe in a God, and not necessarily in the religious sense,”
Everyone bewildered of her audacity, her absurdity it seems,
Made no sense at all to the audience, to the dumbfounded lens,
So she explains, in words of poetry, how she means what she meant,
And goes beyond the edges of reason, beyond the walls of imagination,
This is not an ideology to adapt to, it is not how far she has went,
It is the essence of all reasons, her final fall, her complete realization:
I believe in a God. But not only in the religious sense. I believe in a source, a beginning. Where everything sprouted from. A seed; I don’t believe in nihilist notions and I will not succumb to my desires. I believe in being a part of something greater; something beyond me. I believe in God, but it is not just that I worship, it’s that I believe. It is not blind obedience, I swear it only seems that way, it’s perfectly rational from my side.
I believe in God, how there’s a larger part of me that knows me better than I will ever know myself. Succumb to the power that does not stem from you; you are not that significant even if of divine stardust bones and golden-plated curiosity. You are a part. An insignificantly small one as well. And there is something beyond you who knows you beyond your knowledge. So how can giving in be blind?
It’s all rational from here.
I believe in reason. Provoking me. A defined purpose that I may not know of, but that doesn’t mean its not there. “Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.”
She finishes her rant, her poem, her belief,
Apparently the words don’t help her conceive,
Any idea to the audience, there is no relief,
But there is no walking out of this knowledge, she’ll never leave.
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