The pens have come to our hands again,
As they always do in times of need.
Even in childhood, I understood that
Something was wrong, even though
I did not know why.

Again, we are asking why the problem
Needs a solution if the solution
Is worse than the problem.

How we complicate things when
We give notions lives of their own;
When we try to make the world
Simple enough to understand it.

Perhaps this is what it is to be
Human: to take two steps back
For every one we take forward;
To spend so much of our lives
Learning how to live.

This is where dogma grows like a cancer:
Where the end is so complicated to achieve
That all we have is the means. I hope that
The pens will write not of alternative ways
To achieve the means, but of the end
That we have somehow forgotten.

These words are only a reminder of
What we must remember, but are
At least accompanied by that memory.

12/31/2010

Posted on 03/17/2011
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