Worn down by the frantic stillness of modernity The soul yearns for desire One that is slowly fading, beneath the loss of meaning. So complex, conflicting, the wants of man The pleasures of flesh, nature's decree No less than the longing of the spirit For everything that is out of the world For that which destroys the predictability of this world For that which unchains the eternal laws, which prohibit Eternity and infinity. These notions, existing only in the human mind, Rise above the programmed, unfolding matter of the cosmos Yet, they still emerge out of the flesh, dependent, And cease a moment after it fails. Are we truly then, a part of this world Or are we, the Children of Matter, Perishing aimlessly, by the hand of our own parent Their wondrous plane destroyed again and again For it is desire, not observation, that the soul is eternal Rationality speaks to my ego To battle with death, to hate the frail flesh To aim for the transfiguration of my being To conquer eternity and infinity The Cosmos speaks to my soul To embrace body and love, to be a sentinel of life And willingly join with All, in eternity and infinity Renouncing identity and person-hood Can these perspectives be reconciled? When every action sways towards one or the other Or is it self-deceit to search for a middle path?