Reality is a Reel

All my life,
I’ve been drawn to the big questions,
But I cannot even begin my story
Without revealing my bias in the first line.
Why “big” questions?
Are the answers especially “full” of goodness?
Does it take a “long” time to find them?
Are there really “more” than one?
Questions and answers…
A captain seeking new lands,
A surgeon seeking new cures,
A hero vying to save the world and wed the princess.
What happens when we receive our answer,
When the quest has been completed,
The journey ended?

Our metaphors change
As our minds transform
To encompass new truths.
The archetypes of time
Are wound up around the Sun,
And as we unwind them
We bind them
To ourselves.

The stars around
Make meaning resound
Within the brains
Of all those on the ground.
They look up
And see the angels dancing,
Shining to light the darkness,
Burning to ignite its gases
that birth the universe’s masses.

Gravity is love.
It pulls us together,
Even when we might
Run from the other
For fear of being one.

You put a gun to my head,
And even as you pull the trigger,
I feel that this
We have already done.
We’ve been here before,
And I have been you,
And you have been me,
And we have been eachother.
You do not kill me,
But when I kill you.
Together we complete
The cycle of
Our time.

We cannot escape
From a cosmos of veils.
Each new solution
Reveals a new delusion.

We’re trapped
By our deepest secret,
By the alleyway of creation,
By the umbilical cord
Still attached
To our soul.

You cannot see it.
It is what sees.
You cannot feel it.
It is what feels.
When you try to know it,
It reveals only your shadow.
A mirror faces a mirror,
Infinity is reflected.

What does it mean,
This infinite embrace?
Are we lost
In a bath of chaos?
Or free amidst
A kingdom of clouds?

Reality is a reel.