an unfillable void of never-self

an unfillable void of neverself.
+++++++++++++++++++++++

What if...

the whole
Of Existence were
A
mere Soliloquy

(confused with
dialogue.)

playing out in a
Series of Dreams
the
Universe has ?

(because
it grew sick of being
Lonely,
and thus seeks
to fill The
Void of Never-Self.)

And would I /we/it
(et cetera ad infinitum )
possess any
Meaning Outside of
Ourself?

(Or forever
Be
A timeless
Wanderer
Lost Within
It's Head?)

++++++++++



 (unfortunately) the most
favored of analytical methods
(that of the scientific) cannot
be applied to an examination
of that which is essentially
intangible.

So At the moment, (which I readily admit could change
given time, circumstance,
and new information to evaluate) I hold the opinion
that a belief in any god is a matter of
Sociocultural Indoctrination , and grounded not so much in
proofs, nor probabilities, as
unproven myths
exchanged between varying cultures
who share little in common.

(Other than the odd fact that the god, or gods they always
talk about, have never talked
themselves ...)