Miscellaneous, Poetry

The High, Proud, and Ugly Wall that We Love

Between my beautiful neighbor
And my beautiful self
Is a high, proud, and ugly wall
Called “Ideology”.

She believes she can prove
What she cannot prove,
And I believe I can prove
What I cannot prove,

And we together believe
What we cannot prove
Is more important
Than what we can prove —

Which is that she lives,
And that I live,
And that we both live
Beautiful neighbors
To each other.

Beautiful neighbors
Who live on the only planet
In the solar system
That has turned loneliness
Into an art,

And an art into an obscenity.

She is wise and I am a fool
Or I am wise and she is a fool.
We have no means to decide
Which one of us is which,
But we both of us know
It just cannot be
We are both of us fools.

It just cannot be
We are both of us fools
Who breathe the same air,
Who waste the same life,
And who will someday
Die the same death.

My neighbor and I
Stand on the same side
Of a high wall
An ugly wall
A proud wall
Called “ideology”,

And on the other side
Is life.

45 thoughts on “The High, Proud, and Ugly Wall that We Love”

    1. That’s a good point, Sha’Tara! It’s quite often best to seek to understand something by “believing in it” while simultaneously refusing to commit to believing in it. Well said.

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  1. This is profound, Paul! Neither wants to be wrong, both believe they are right and there’s a life on the other side of that wall waiting to be lived. A very thought-provoking picture you’ve painted here on how we waste time on trivial things and differences, instead of just living and focusing on what we do know and can prove.

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