I met Jesus today underneath a bridge We sat in the fire light of the burning refuse Talking about sinning and salvation What it feels like to bear the cross of expectation And the freedom that comes from laying it down Buddha stepped in from the shadows Tossing his two cents into the conversation On moving past the concepts of good and evil To be a seeker of our own enlightenment Through making meaning by being in the moment To which Dionysus responded putting down his wine That pleasure is the only thing that matters When all that we each have to look forward to is dust Each nodded in agreement with the others points That none of it really mattered except what mattered To the walking shadows trying to become Something more than food for worms In an ouroboros of meaningless existence
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Okay, those words grabbed me and made me ponder. Stop the ouroboros and let me off. I meant to get on the one headed for meaningful existence.
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The snake won’t get you there. There is no meaning in existence except the meaning we chose.
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There it is! Great poem, showing how none of the great teachings are really in conflict with one another at heart.
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No the struggle for meaning is present in each. The only difference is how it’s found.
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Bravo!
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