okay, the meaning of life

what is the significance of meaningful?

meaning offers a sense of confidence

in response to apprehensions.

the construction of meaning

is the card house 

that plays upon linearity think.

if any of us thought of everything at once

that myth would be over.

our method for the construction of thought

features observation as keynote, 

separate from

and then applies 

for the fill of understanding 

which supposes acceptable distance

and a method of relating 

that underscores that profound 

but undeclared separateness 

as a constant given 

yet beyond mentionable.

we are forever on the outside 

but steadied and stabilized by 

the preoccupation 

with the impactfulness of meaning 

as an awareness occupancy, 

masquerading as self-consciousness.

we are to each other, in that way.

we have the technique called experience

as the medium of this usage personified.

within rational constructionism, we verify

by the means of memory, that we contain.

any other mindful slippage 

is rendered as irrational.

from the dawn to the dusk 

we are enveloped 

yet, what is the steadfast meaning of life

continues to be the carrot of the gods

and the god is evidentially somewhere else,

other than that which allows itself 

to be presented

as our meaning of life.

if understanding was the claim

than impotence is the preoccupation 

of comprehension.

knowing is only actuational 

as that understanding. 

all of doing is an act-out process.

all questions have to fall into that range 

of presentation as linear 

and rational explanation.

what is the meaning of life,

asks of itself in a formate 

that is rhetorical in essence.

any answer assumes a myopia 

of this comprehension

and the discovery that meaning 

is not a driver of our existence. 

for any medium that can be ascertained

positions us as the means 

of our own self-victimization,

present within the confines 

we self administer.

in contemplation, 

all is metaphorical as out-breath,

as if asking, 

by that which we intimately breathe, 

where does our breath go after it leaves us?

and in doing so, does it take us with it,

further into or way beyond

this so called meaning of life? . . .