Purpose 10/01/2017

A question that once has been pondered by all 
Qualified, often, by the fact we are small 
And the more we learn, the smaller we seem, 
Yet still we ask, what does everything mean? 
Nietzsche would claim that the answer is nothing 
But Camus responds that he is certainly bluffing 
The religious take a different approach, 
Much to the secular scholar's reproach
They say there's a deity watching above,
That we were the product of an act of love, 
But how much water would that hold? 
'Free' beings bound to do as we're told. 
Say that there's nothing,
 but that which there is 
Is purpose even open for analysis? 
Could questioning ever yield an answer worthwhile? 
Or is it just our ego that we seek to beguile?

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