The world is not what we think it is.
We have been told a lie: that it is mere physicality,
A random assembly of atoms,
A cosmos devoid of purpose,
meaning, or direction.
In this disenchanted age,
The hearts of the young grow restless—
Adrift on a sea of meaninglessness,
Grasping for purpose, for direction.
But this experience is a falsehood.
For,
The world is charged with grandeur,
with mystery,
with meaning.
We approach it with one eye open,
Seeing only its surface,
Missing its depths, its beauty,
The truth that lies beyond physicality.
The world overflows with meaning,
Shimmers with beauty,
A flame of wonder that cannot be extinguished.
To live is to awaken to this splendor,
To open our hearts to awe, to transcendence.
The cosmos hums with purpose,
Creation sings a song of glory.
- Swales, 2024
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