I understand that you're all interested in getting one more subscription to your newspaper:
The Reasonable Times
I see what you're trying to do, trying to understand, trying to dissect
But just because you can cut open a skull
Does not mean you have any idea what that brain does
Or did
Or intended to do
Or why
And just as an open head cannot share its secrets
Neither can I say why
For anything
But this doesn't mean I must stop and not go
For even if the reasons are not
Can not
Be known
Forward motion is available
This combustion engine takes in fuel but operates on a mystery
So if I disappear
Or reappear
Or seem confused
Or change everything
Feel me, carefully, and you'll know
That there's no way to know how this happened
Why this happened
No intelligent designer
For design
Is the fallacy of fools
An overconfidence
That one can become
At least temporarily
One with the god-mode setting of the universe
A farce that not even God
Nor even a pantheon
Would go so far as to claim
As possible
As such, as is
You might see
But you can't see clearly
I might think
But I don't think clearly
And so I don't know
I don't know, clearly
What my reasons are
Though I'll speculate
Over coffee
Until the cows
Get the rest of the way lost
Roman Ryan 