Religion,
and lovers,
like movies,
and songs,
leave us to feel anything
but lonely.
Maybe that is what connects us,
what is innate to us all:
a crusade against solitude.
There are places,
Heavens,
where we gather,
together,
for eternity;
where we reunite with a collection of people
whom we never kept.
Some songs,
and arts,
and sciences,
make us think against our human nature,
leaving us to believe,
that we will be found
alone,
apart.
And then,
you are there,
doing what our species
prays we never have to do:
wonder.
Our consciousness was thought
to be a gift from God,
or from an evolutionary process
that labeled us
apex,
Yet it is our affliction,
as we can only ever be
unsure.
I don't know
if it is better to leave such matters
unaddressed,
maybe to be oblivious to such a conversation
would mean I could sleep better
or I could fall in love.
And I don't know if investigation,
or acknowledgement,
would ever lead to peace,
or promise.
But I am quite sure,
in my loneliness,
there is nothing that aches inside me more,
than a desire to persist.
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