I am an intellectual. Mine is the life of the mind. In a lifelong quest for understanding, I have reaped deep and satisfying rewards. But the more I understand, the more I am aware of a universe that resists understanding. My world of thinkable thoughts is subject to influence from sources beyond physical matter, beyond thought, beyond what can be conceived. Is mystery a cause for despair or for gratitude?
Life of the mind — I have lived through my brain.
Mediated by thought, my experience of
Things and persons, my body, and yes, even love
Have been sifted and filtered. Conveniently, pain
Is abstracted, subjected to logical test;
Intuition occluded, my body controlled —
Even now, if I wanted to break from this mold,
Could I choose wanton pleasure, to live with pure zest?
There are things that I know I am missing, but what
Of those other dimensions that thought can’t conceive?
For want of that world, I cannot even grieve,
Yet it lives! behind doors that forever are shut.
A reality lurks that I never will find
For it cannot be parsed by my limited mind.
— JJM
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As always reading this post was an enjoyable experience. You and your intellect are both appreciated; for engaging the interest and attention of both my intellect and my soul.
🤓💃🏻 Sherri