I arrive at these words with great grief and particular elation,
Aware of how I oscillate between tremor and satiation.
Profoundly struck by the universality of this sensation,
Profoundly struck by the universality of this sensation,
It's a sense of duty to reality which salvages my salvation.
I wonder what God might say to this product of his creation?
Might he extend the hand of wisdom out as an invitation?
Would he think this rambling of self awareness an appreciation?
Or a diatribe of ignorance and rejection of divine revelation?
Despite uncertainty, I can say one thing with some authority,
That the pangs of my conscience have driven in me uniformity.
A clarity in the same part of me which is tired of all the partying.
I've watched myself recoil from the ego I have been embodying.
In the attainment of such wisdom, I have discovered my purpose.
For reasons still unclear to me it beckons with distinct fervor.
Like the 4 Cardinal Virtues: wisdom, prudence, justice, and courage.
The meaning of life I find in the pursuit of that which concerns us.
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