“For after all what is man in nature? A nothing in relation to infinity, all in relation to nothing, a central point between nothing and all and infinitely far from understanding either. The ends of things and their beginnings are impregnably concealed from him in an impenetrable secret. He is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness out of which he was drawn and the infinite in which he is engulfed.”― Blaise Pascal
from the dark,
she could see
that on the other side
of the canvas, was the light,
the white of nothingness.
And she thought,
isn’t it the nature of life,
as a centerpiece
for the nothingness to be,
striping away the multitudes,
and then, back again,
in a cyclical pattern called ‘me’.
Voltaire said it best and we better take heed “Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities”.
for when whomsoever’s evil need,
makes the unjust and terrible happen,
leading to even more vicious deed,
guided only by a greed they boastly batten,
and a perverted glee with every life they blacken.
to the integrity of truth,
based on empathy and compassion.
Reject the slime that’s so grotesque,
and which today seems,
everywhere to be,
so arrogantly in fashion.