The sickness

I was born with the dis-ease of questioning
into a sick world in the process of breaking down.

Caught between the cross hairs of the ascent of Darwinism
or Christianity both personally and on the world stage.
Neither speaks a common language.

One group claims the soul as proof
the other the fossil record.
The seen and the unseen.
The material and the transcendent

I, am feed up with the mud slinging I bare witness to
None of which helps me work things out. Still I need to understand my existential angst and my part in this post modern, post structuralist society where all forms of belief and organization seem wanting.

Am I alone?
Is everyone else busy with bread and circuses?
Am I on the fiddle or just roaming as my mind and the world burns?

I am stuck in limbo a maze with no map out. I often think there are no simple answers but I wish there were. I don’t understand this mad world and I will not take comfort in self deception.

I read by the metric ton to try and learn to understand. Alan Watts, Jean Paul Sartra,Karl Marx’s, Joseph Campbell, Philip k Dick, Jack London, Carl Sagan, Friedrich Nietzsche, Richard Dawkins, the Bhagavad-Gita and many more.

I search for structure and a transfer of meaning. The meaning of it all.