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The Viewing Point

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By Noah DouglasPublished 5 months ago 2 min read
The Viewing Point
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Sitting or standing.

Cursing or praying.

Orthodoxy or heresy.

Limitless choice is the same as no choice.

Pandora’s box isn’t a myth anymore.

Or is it we are just dissatisfied with the difference.

The desire to feel right but removing the option to be wrong.

When there’s no alternative can you even call that a victory?

Love and loss are tugging at the same duvet.

But when the variables are unrelenting.

Do we just relent?

Or is there something more to orientate our origin.

A map to ease the journey.

But no man ever steps in the same river twice.

So tell me this- if the lady gave her two coins.

And you gave all your notes.

Whose act is righteous?

It’s all well and good putting yourself in someone else’s shoes, but at the end of the day you’re just the same person and the shoes still aren’t yours.

Infinity isn’t covered with a 360 perspective.

What strand do we follow into this magnitude of mixed moralities.

The narrow or wide path?

The well trodden or barren?

The lonely or busy?

I say the unseen is the thing that needs to be seen.

The life origin.

The history.

The roots.

Death directs life.

But was I ordained to tell you the answer or are you meant to find it out for yourself.

The new religion consists of a congregation of one.

A marketing holocaust on all things ordered.

The way lost.

The I am turned into a question.

Diligent identity replaced by dangerous ideation.

Self help.

Self love.

Self actualisation.

Except it’s not what the self needs.

Enough of any medicine turns into poison.

They all became addicted.

But when the placebo wears off and the honeymoon is over, what then?

We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war; our Great Depression is our lives.

Yet innate curiosity doesn’t stem from some sort of evolutionary idiocy.

Before my first day there was thousands before.

Something does not come from nothing.

But it does if you want to pass your class.

You can’t plant a new crop if the seeds are on stony ground.

An effort to understand is needed.

The truth is hidden yet frees.

The lie is accessible yet imprisons.

Hell full of people thinking they deserve heaven and heaven full of people knowing they deserve hell.

Origin originated with the original orderer.

Except as soon as we got fruit we forgot the roots.

Looking at art do I see an artist?

Famous, yet they forgot his name.

So does the piece even exist or simply fade away?

The harvest is plentiful but the labourers few.

So we can’t stop in the trees when the viewing point is just ahead.

I know who I am.

I am who the I am says I am.

But do you know who you are?

Named, called, and chosen.

The burden heavy, but the yoke light.

Venture onwards.

sad poetrysocial commentaryinspirationalart

About the Creator

Noah Douglas

Perpetually curious.

Journeyman of faith†

Runner, writer, marketer.

Some of my other work ↓


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