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THE LAST WHY
By: ILP Doug.E.Barr

O Lord what fools we tend to be.
The facts of life we do not see.
In zones of rights each one resides,
When in real life there are no sides.

We’re blinded by our sense of rights
That justifies our deadly fights
Which end it should be plain to see
With one left standing; it is me.

What is the point? We must ask, “why?”
When we’re alone who’ll hear our cry?
We need each other to survive.
“We” is the state to feel alive.

God knows our rights of self are wrong
But can not modify our song.
Together we must change our tune,
For if we don’t we’ll end too soon.

There will be doubt that we can change.
Our choice of ‘notes’ yields such a range
Harmony is hard but is sure
In the Law of Human Nature.

We have bodies, minds all the same.
They differ just in perceived name.
By our spirit we can be buoyed.
Then, our reactions to the void.

Our bodies have three sides in one.
They are the same integration
Of realized capacity,
Knowledge, and our activity.

Our minds too have three sides in one.
They are the same integration
Of realized capacity,
Knowledge, and our activity.

Looking at every body/mind,
The structure’s sizes we will find
Unique but they’re identically
Joined shapes with equal sides of three.

Our spirit is of life our light.
They all can range from dim to bright.
In our nature it too resides.
It’s the third of four equal sides.

The fourth, we to the void react.
The void’s existence is a fact.
A missing fact we can’t deny,
We find it asking the last “why?”

Look at life; the evidence says
We can react in different ways.
But when unique they can not be
Our individuality.

Our reactions blend two of three.
First the ideal, what all should be.
Generally it’s reaching out.
That’s what real life is all about.

Out to our own capacities,
Out to others to meet our needs,
To make then life’s ideal tripod
We also must reach out to God.

This natural activity
Is hard; but living it can be
The only source of what we feel
Are the ‘rewards’ that make life real.

It’s hard because there is no light,
Just faith and hope that it is right.
Then there’s responsibility
To God, to others and to me.

A sensitivity we need
To God’s spirit and too indeed
To that of others and our own.
Then there’s the caring we must hone.

Facing that which we cannot see
We have to have courage to be.
With no push we need persistence.
Without a time we need patience.

Although the hardest of the three
Ideal rewards we all shall see.
There’ll be our spirit burning bright
Making our life ‘fabric’ feel light.

To that add the control we’ll sense,
Our ‘strings’ knot free, ideally tense.
Optimum as three more will be,
Pace, frustration and urgency.

A freedom by the ideal bound,
Fulfillment, satisfaction found.
Self-worth, pleasure, joy, elation,
Excitement, anticipation,

Security and happiness
Will too reward ideal success.
Also when living the ideal
Faith justified we all will feel.

Among the last we’ll also find
A sense of meaning, peace of mind,
Love and hope; and this reaction
Is complete self-realization.

The next reaction we can’t live.
It’s absolutely restrictive.
Our death it guarantees yet still
We try in vain the void to fill.

Anti ideal in most respects
Are its demands and known effects.
Just where rewards were optimum
Are punishments their maximum.

Activity unnatural
Is our trying the void to fill.
The result of this reaction
Is our active self-destruction.

The last of three we too can’t live.
It’s absolutely permissive.
It’s giving up so we can’t see
The deadly inactivity.

Of rewards found in the ideal,
None in this absolute we’ll feel.
The dead end of the inaction
Is our passive self-destruction.

See each reaction as a thread.
Without some ideal we’d be dead.
So it must be part of the blend.
The other part is either end.

The blends form a continuum
That of reactions is the sum.
From restrictive to permissive,
Are the reactions we can live.

At the center is the ideal.
To either side life is less real.
The more permissive we can leave.
The more restrictive tints our weave.

To sort them out we must first state
Efforts to fill the void are eight.
We weave these threads then in a sense,
Into ‘fabrics’ of existence.

The first of eight a name we’ll call
Religious / philosophical.
With answers to the question “Why?”
In vain to fill the void we try.

A materialistic one
Gives us a task that can’t be done;
To fill the void with money and
The things it buys which have no end.

Next the romantic reaction.
Its supporting myth says there’s in
Another the thing we call love;
To fill the void there’s not enough.

By our factual reaction
We try to fill the void within
With one fact or with it combined,
All of the facts there are to find.

The void we also try to fill
With family but never will.
It matters not the family
The emptiness will always be.

One more reaction we can find
Is the occupational kind.
Careers and jobs we think we need
To fill the void will not succeed.

Striving to gain pre-eminence,
Another one of our attempts
To fill the void will also fail
Regardless of the peaks we scale.

The eighth reaction we can pick
Is the multi anesthetic.
With fixes such as drugs and sex
We fill the void with no effects.

With eight coloured, the ideal clear,
We weave the ‘fabrics’ we hold dear.
Although we weave unique attempts
We can predict the consequence.

The ideal weave we can not see.
It’s natural activity.
As coloured threads we add to it,
We lose the clearness bit by bit.

There is a limit weight and so
When threads we add then some must go.
That’s how the ideal we could live
Becomes one hue, most restrictive.

When down from the ideal we slide
Into the more restrictive side,
Our ‘fabrics’ lose their naturalness
While gaining the restrictiveness.

From reaching out in the ideal
We focus more on what’s less real.
To halfway we see one to eight.
From there, down to the single state.

We reach to God for a hand up
To natural acts that fill our ‘cup’.
We beg from God but are annoyed
There’re no hand-outs to fill the void.

God is one third of the ideal.
When reaching out then God we’ll feel.
God is not in religious thread.
When wound up in it God is dead.

Parts of these two is what we get
In reactions between the set.
What sets amounts of each we feel,
Is our distance from the ideal.

Our knowledge is the facts we seize
Reaching out to capacities.
When gathered just the void to fill
The facts become unnatural.

From ideal to the restrictive
Facts change from those we need to live
To those of which it can be said
Are all the ones that leave us dead.

Next, love the ideal generates.
Moving away from it dictates
Less and less, while the restrictive
Consumes all the love we can give.

Our only right is reaching out
Despite the evidence about
That shows us clinging to our song
We think all right but is part wrong.

We think we’re right throughout the range
Though the amounts of each thread change,
For while the ideal decreases
Our sense of right never ceases.

The last consequence that we feel
In reactions that are less real,
The ideal rewards decreasing
And the punishments increasing.

Our ‘fabrics’ are collectively
The ‘fabric’ of humanity.
It’s a mess of clashing colours.
Our actions conflict with others.

We battle for we’re all the same
Though differences we give the blame.
We see the similarity
In where we point activity.

In activity natural
We reach out on lines parallel
To others, our capacity,
And out to God, the ideal three.

Unnatural activity
Is all directed inwardly
Toward the void we have within,
Opposed to others’ direction.

Whatever threads, it matters not
A different weave that we’ve all got.
It’s the inward direction picked
That generates all the conflict.

Now getting back to our self-rights
That generate our “deadly fights”,
It’s human rights philosophy
That makes most conflict that we see.

There is for sure some other thread
In the life ‘fabric’ that we spread.
But in it is our right we say,
To fill the void in our own way.

As long as we defend these rights
We will continue with our fights.
By adding more “rights” thread to it
Conflict will increase bit by bit.

But even with the status quo
There is no other place to go
Other than our self-destruction.
That’s assured with present action.

The action that we need to take
In which we all must have a stake,
Is add clear thread to our ‘fabric’,
A choice that is our only pick.

With the choice made we will begin
To see a change in direction.
From self-destruction we will turn
As ways of the ideal we learn.

We’ll sense the punishments abate .
For one, we will no longer hate;
And though the void will not be filled,
Ideal rewards will leave us thrilled.

In this real life no sides there’ll be.
We’ll live in complete harmony.
Our life lines individual
Will not cross running parallel.

The Law states this ideal action
Will lead to self-realization;
But the real end of this story
May be that we’ll see God’s glory.

Article Source: http://journal.ilovephilosophy.com

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