The Law Of Why

Written by MacT09

A finger extends to a question most profound. Perhaps a thump takes hold of why you are ultimately here, dear traveler? Why oh why is the sound that permeates within every sentient soul. Other questions remain empty without the thumb that takes hold. Why is the where which is also the when that leads to the what of the who that is? There are so many possibilities that stretch the heart and mind. All scenarios fall flat where Why remains absent. A why starts all yet to all why remains unknown. The deepest Why's haunt the shadows of every light as four other fingers grasp our broken hearts in this short, and seemingly pointless existence. Pleasures can rise to countless heights as suffering permeates the bowels of the unknown depths. Swerving through both vice and virtue is the question that perhaps means more than any other, yet is Why so important when next to the solution of How? Why do we even ask these questions at all? Oh, how questions can torment us if we let them, yet perhaps there is a way to alleviate the grip of so many unknowns. Where why remains so profound and mysterious, the one who knows the wisdom of the Why has forever secured a hope that transcends all answers. Twelve stars rise at the dawn of the lamb. Blood spills forth to redeem shifting sands.
Why are we here?

Manifestation

Why is the question that sheds light over what remains in the darkness of all that is seen and veiled, yet why should there be an answer to that which is both and none? Primordial blackness sits over still waters until wisdom from a hidden light whispers into view. In an instant, all is laid bare before eternity as that which cannot be becomes that which always was. Impossibility is but a plaything as nonexistent forces come into being before the very eyes that are formed by the very energies that make them see. Can we truly witness such an event if it were to play out before us all? Why would such an event take place at all, much less endure to your time?

Localization

Order is formed from chaos, yet chaos is never undone. Chaos instead is channeled into what can be known and understood as to why it was made to be known at all. Yet the very drive to create such laws in the first place resides outside of everything that questions order and chaos alike. Before order was the desire to make it, yet order itself is hidden from common eyes. So many senses to find our way, yet no reason is given to seek out this kind of input at all. Order defines that which is undefinable, thus the words written here can testify. Despite an order for communication and description, there are no languages sufficient enough to give true meaning to reality itself. Beauty and horror ring hollow next to what truly is and is not. Such limitations bring to question the need for order if it creates nothing but confusion amidst a sea of laws and rules. The very thing order tries to prevent it ultimately creates, thus reality slips into the chaos it was born from. In all of this and so much more some cry out the question of why. Why indeed is perhaps the most painful and beautiful question of all.

Type

Metaphysical, Supernatural

" All the stories have been written, and all the songs have been sung. All the art is laid bare, and all poetry speaks to countless numbers of daughters and sons. Is my work truly meaningless within all that is established before me? Sometimes I wonder why I am here, for there seems to be no perceivable purpose for this existence. Why is so very painful as I'm sure you know, yet there is a strange hope that persists through the terrible and wonderful question that is why. I sincerely hope that this hope reaches out with his grace towards your own heart, dear reader." Tyler Berhoff