Philosophical Musing of Ontological Twilights

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vat?Am I but a heart that longs, to hold another in my stories, but where do I fit among quantum seas?Am I but the dead, ghost-in-the-machine midnights and graves filled with riddles instead?Am I but the tragic romantic writing letters to Andromeda’s heart stuck forever in Zeno’s paradox with every step?Is time but memory waiting to collide with itself? I wonder, when Meno’s paradox will break me, I wonder, when what it means to rebel against myselfTo exist in impermanence, will you love me until our time runs out To live in contradiction,will you sin

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g to me, my twilight truths? as I sit and listen, conceiving a thousand I’s and I know in time,the question begets the idea the idea begets the action the action creates me.And through the forest of ambiguity I do know one truth, that your laugh is pure reasoning.O! how the worlds sing dancing within hyperspace love, waiting to break freeFrom thought, from the page, from me. I am Theseus’s ship, built through dreamsand eternal redemptionbeginnings.© <a href="undefined">Bradley J Nordell</a> 2020</article></body>

A poem about life, identity, and existential purpose

Am I Theseus’s ship, built by loss and regrets a neuron at a time?

Am I but a bat, chasing electromagnetic patterns hidden in an endless thinking vat?

Am I but a heart that longs, to hold another in my stories, but where do I fit among quantum seas?

Am I but the dead, ghost-in-the-machine midnights and graves filled with riddles instead?

Am I but the tragic romantic writing letters to Andromeda’s heart stuck forever in Zeno’s paradox with every step?

Is time but memory waiting to collide with itself? I wonder, when Meno’s paradox will break me, I wonder, when what it means to rebel against myself

To exist in impermanence, will you love me until our time runs out To live in contradiction,

will you sing to me, my twilight truths? as I sit and listen, conceiving a thousand I’s and I know in time,

the question begets the idea the idea begets the action the action creates me.

And through the forest of ambiguity I do know one truth, that your laugh is pure reasoning.

O! how the worlds sing dancing within hyperspace love, waiting to break free

From thought, from the page, from me. I am Theseus’s ship, built through dreams

and eternal redemption

beginnings.

Philosophical Musings of Ontological Twilights

A poem about life, identity, and existential purpose