Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The cold truth

In the heart of existence
I find myself questioning
My reason for being
The purpose of things
I come back to the point
That I cannot get past
I cannot endure
Without love
I cannot exist
Without hope
As a child I could not dream
Without sleeping in the arms
Of the one who made me
And I am still a child
I cannot prove anything
Beyond my life
But I can live with the hope
Of something more
And if I am blessed
To learn there is that
I'll gladly exit this earthly door

"What I really need is to get clear about what I must do, not what I must know, except insofar as knowledge must precede every act. What matters is to find a purpose, to see what it really is that God wills that I shall do; the crucial thing is to find a truth which is truth for me, to find the idea for which I am willing to live and die."

Søren Aabye Kierkegaard

"I don’t know whether this world has a meaning that transcends it. But I know that I cannot know that meaning and that it is impossible for me just now to know it. What can a meaning outside my condition mean to me? I can understand only in human terms. What I touch, what resists me — that I understand. And these two certainties — my appetite for the absolute and for unity and the impossibility of reducing this world to a rational and reasonable principle — I also know that I cannot reconcile them. What other truth can I admit without lying, without bringing in a hope I lack and which means nothing within the limits of my conditions?"

Albert Camus