Meditation on Silliness

May I emphasize the absurdity of living
In which there are so many people
Who don’t get common sense
Or mix up pride and confidence or
Mix up judgement and understanding
And think there are walls between science and God
as if the cross is not a polygon.

I cannot believe that people are inherently silly
But I must say that their lives are quite the folly.
A farce that is quite funny
Or sometimes not quite funny
But we are naught to say it is never funny
Or what is life but a tragedy
And is it tragedy when a child is born
Or when it is sunny and warm
And is it a tragedy never light?
Consider the kiss on the balcony
Or the ressurection in the cave
And the salvation of all that is?

And wonder why people are silly
when they have made phones and computers and bread?
And when the fire burns at night,
was it not lit by those in the homestead?
Must I say that humans are quite silly
While also saying that they are really quite pretty
And I must say that I love the world and nearly everything in it
So come and love it with me


A note from the author, two months & two years later:

Here I say that I don’t see how it’s possible for people to be inherently silly; I would now like to clarify that I think I was probably wrong.  At the same time changing the poem now seems like it would mess up the whole thing.  I don’t have a Bible verse on hand to back me up, but I think the original sin in the garden of Eden is probably evidence enough.  Thanks.