We’re always looking at puzzles
The wrong way up, and missing the
Obvious answers because our logic
Is opposite to the instinct which
Answers difficult questions.
We had it in our hands, once,
That simplicity of faith, that
Way of seeing everything instantly,
And understanding without
Overthinking the enigma.
And here we are, adding fuel
To the fire. And it’s not vanities
We’re burning, nor books or ideologies.
It’s the whole world in fames,
Our history, present, and future.
The rain is an illusion. Before we
Found fire we had only light and dark,
And caves, and fight or flight.
Those simple equations are beyond
Us now, in our invented chaos.
AGGIE’S ART OF HAPPINESS – CHAPTER 220