12/4/24

Soule

My soule aches from this maneuvering.

Always.

But, in the cosmos, the soule amounts to:

That is all.

That is, nothing.

And, the soule, as ethereal as it may seem,

necessarily must follow the unpredicted yet predictable path.

Those who realize such a fate relinquish accountability.

While those who fail to maintain chaos.

The dizziness of freedom.

Still, there is grandeur in this view of life.

(Now, do count the words in each line,

if you seek to find the true, golden pattern!)

1-4: The first four lines show the divide between the soule (a blend of soul and sole, taking on the meaning of both), that despite aching from all of the maneuvering it must undertake, the ultimate meaning up the soule is nothing. As in, despite it mattering so much now, it matters none in the grand scheme.

5-6: These two lines also draw a parallel, first showing how it being nothing is all, that is all there is to it—the totality of it is nothing. The second line reiterates that the “all” is simply nothing.