Monday, 5 March 2007

the only sun

"The existentialist…finds it extremely embarrassing that God does not exist, for there disappears with Him all possibility of finding values in an intelligible heaven. There can no longer be any good a priori, since there is no infinite and perfect consciousness to think it. It is nowhere written that “the good” exists, that one must be honest or must not lie, since we are now upon the plane where there are only men. Dostoevsky once wrote "if God did not exist, everything would be permitted"; and that, for existentialism, is the starting point. Everything is indeed permitted if God does not exist, and man is in consequence forlorn, for he cannot find anything to depend upon either within or outside himself. He discovers forthwith, that he is without excuse. For if indeed existence precedes essence, one will never be able to explain one’s action by reference to a given and specific human nature; in other words, there is no determinism — man is free, man is freedom. Nor, on the other hand, if God does not exist, are we provided with any values or commands that could legitimise our behaviour. Thus we have neither behind us, nor before us in a luminous realm of values, any means of justification or excuse. — We are left alone, without excuse. That is what I mean when I say that man is condemned to be free. Condemned, because he did not create himself, yet is nevertheless at liberty, and from the moment that he is thrown into this world he is responsible for everything he does."
Jean-Paul Sartre

we wander on primary rocks
doing ancient things with archaic instinct
realizing old ideas we think are new

on untrodden paths we walk
searching for a place to rest
demanding peace with archetypal struggle
and a primal scream

flowing with the real tides of existence
reaching into an underground
beyond guise, hate or love
thirsting for and demanding meaning
entering into the unescapable truth and squalor
of our own being

a warm thrilling voice crying out hallelujah!
god father, show your face!
or must it finally be acknowledged
we are all orphans?
standing in the dark midnight of existence
knowing we are all alone?

it is a jungle of pain and happiness
we stagger through
dewdrops on our feet
and on our forehead beads of sweat

and as we walk deeper into the forest
breathing its intensive spice
listening to the murmur of leaves
we lean back our head
and see pieces of celestial blue
and a glittering far up in the treetops

and we know what we see there
is the sun -
the only one
we have

and stepping out of the forest
our amazement turns into joy

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