THE ABSURD REVOLT.

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Things begin again and again.
Avoiding is the unfailing game.
It is manifest that when we live in a state of nature;
We are in a condition called war
Life is solitary, brutish and short.

A stone is foreign to our being
A branch is irreducible to meaning.
We can describe it and we can learn to classify it;
To reduce it and so assert its truth.
Into atoms, which are then reduced.

Further and further reduced
Insatiable appetites for absolutes.
Attempting to reduce something without meaning;
The condition of absurdity
A constant of uncertainty.

The absurd becomes god
Broadest sense of this word.
Thoughts shrink at the prospect of annihilation;
For those who solve its mystery
Death is a pyrrhic victory.

Hope is torment's anticipation
By minimizing value, it betrays it.
The mind desires and the universe disappoints;
Where it only exists as an ant-hill
And is stamped with our seal.

The world is a divine place
Nature and landscapes.
A longing for clarity within the human heart;
Is the absurd, not the system
It is existing, not existence.

Not asking why we are alive
But why we choose to survive.
During the moment absurdity is recognized;
It is a harrowing passion
Unable to be fathomed.

To reject all perspectives
And by doing so accept it.
And to seek meaning where there is none;
Happiness and the absurd
Two children of the earth.