Only a Matter of Mere Logic


The apperception of the place of an alpha,
an undeniable beginning of the crudest form,
of the most primitive strands of the liberated mind.
The unsurpassed preeminence in life perhaps,
to comprehend the concrete existence of,
what seems to precede everything with an end,
of which embodies a crisp, omnipotent truth.
What truth would that be?
nothing is without a creator:
no paintings, without painters
no writings, without writers
no art, without artists
no beginning, without a beginner
no beginner, without a beginning
What begins the entity of a mans choices?
what we depict to be right or wrong,
or the undeniable occurrence of an innate instruction,
which gives us the choice of fact,
and the consequences of disobedience,
a general law of the natures of ourselves,
Science reaching its fullest, could never explain life's most ponderous questions..
why we exist,
for what purpose,
why the universe continues on as it does,
the absoluteness of the feeling of undeniable conviction,
so must there be a God,
in the sense of an ultimate, undeniable commencer
In order of sequence, its perplexing to cogitate an infinite supreme beginning,
we know only the work of an outside force in ourselves,
nothing can show us that of any other material commodity,
we can't computate a conclusive beginning,
because our logic shows us it is infinite, and never ending,
we can never comprehend that out of our comprehension,
or believe anything but our own presumptuous truths,
God is out of the realm of the cognitive mind,
we can't understand something out of the accepted absoluteness of fact,
but be sure there is something beyond that,
in a sense casting his silhouette on the sand box of his creation,
Never will we physically understand his presence,
just as a writer can't be a word in his masterpiece,
or a painter, a color of his paint,
the creator can't be a work of his own,
a piece in his own puzzle..
He works apart from us, within us:
just as the painter controls his paints,
and a writer decides on a sentence.