| I’ve tried to fight pessimism
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| To look for an explanation to the prime
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| Weakness we seem to convey:
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| A strong drive to destroy ourselves
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| All statements have turned out to conduct
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| To a maze of suspect justifications
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| Encased between hermetic walls of incertitude
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| Axioms appear so contrived
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| And science, the paragon of devious crafts
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| I struggle to assimilate this fact:
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| No wisdom brings solace
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| I start to realize the limitations of
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| My attempt to truly understand the misery of men
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| The more I look inside,
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| The more I am prone to deride the basis of every creed:
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| To know is to be saved
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| I lost, standing at the crossroads
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| With no means to decide on a better course
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| No choice appears convenient, no pathway predominates
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| Unsure to ever escape my posture of inflexible disbelief
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| I decide but to abandon this hunt for significance
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| Nothing is true, nothing is eternal,
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| There’s no reward for steadfast belief
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| In a flawed system of assumption
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| But a breakdown of cognition gears
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| To deprave the core of all knowledge
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| And confer it the arrays of faith
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| Is to increase the prospect of oversight and absurdity |