if life is

if life is supposed to have meaning

that is reducible to rational understanding,

then one's life is learning to weave

the rope that one will hang from

and a cursory style self selected

for the suicide note in the making.

if one never ventured past

the outer boundaries of rational constructionism,

never met up with the toads croaking conundrums,

or the eagles from the enigma mountain range,

or the puzzlements of a mirror's reflection,

or say, the bewilderments of a bad aura day,

or the bafflement of incomplete sentences spoken,

or the perplexity of appearing to be sane,

then how unimaginative an existence

to be hooked on proving one's worth?

not all humans are driven 

by a rational nose ring of proving one's worth.

one's entire life is a composition of living and dying,

as a conglomerate of organisms, 

claimed as human, being.

and meaningful is our crowning achievement?

privileged is our peephole perspective.

it's tunnel vision with the microphone.

it's certitude as a welcome mat to an empty home.

it's a life-narrative, 

that is eventually reducible to a gravestone header,

as if language is at least a deadbeat dad.

one has not lived, 

until they are suspect of the nature of experience,

until they know what another species is thinking,

until mind and heart arm wrestle daily,

possible at the break of every dawn.

and emotion begins to win every time.

until one realizes that time and space 

are not our real parents,

but fosterized to make us feel comfortable,

until meaning rises up from within

and makes no real sense,

but is profoundly fulfilling.

as then meaning takes its rightful place,

not as a mentor or as the sovereignty of self,

but as the service animal in assistance, as it is.

and life is set free from being a tall story

or an account of shadows' cast.

but is more so,

the ever fountaining of energetic liquidities, 

the watercolors of emotional viscosities displayed,

the enigma of diversity, as a oneness revelation

and of course, meaning, 

as the dress-code of trivialities further disclosed . . .