The savage reveres a rainbow,
because it is beautiful
and inspires awe.
Because it is of the gods
of which we cannot know.
The modern reveres the self.
Because it is both banal and sublime,
Because it is a presence innately felt,
yet it is a presence without presence at all.
Perhaps we are the only mystery left,
like fragments of creation
by a universe, by gods.
Mystery made from mystery,
Lonely sparks of wonder out in the world.
I think, therefore I am.
It is the final logic,
a logic without logic.
The trick can be known,
but at the cost of the illusion.
Created: Aug 15, 2012mardimorillo Document Media