“nothing
is real and there’s nothing to get hung about” – The Beatles
I always forget that people believe
that they know what’s best and they don’t understand the significance of my
belief that there is nothing beyond the moment we are in. Like most I have
rituals and responsibilities, morning coffee and people who ask for performance
of tasks, I have things I love and things I hate, needs that decree and times I
debate, but if matter just happened as the theories suppose and we evolved into
bodies that can open and close and nothing’s behind it but cause and effect and
gravity’s the only thing to which we genuflect. We’re nothing but bodies and
reasoning brains and when I have died and this body is lain, where nothing is after,
no consciousness still, then I’m back to this moment without meaning instilled.
Morality is subjective and self-imposed, there isn’t a reason, no conduit soul,
no conductor of cause, a fence and building are molecules paused, and so when
you tell me I’m right or I’m wrong for writing my lyrics without a song, I nod
and I smile and walk away and live in the moment and just for today.
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