The Paragon of Animals!

Oh man!
That his complexities would shine forth unparalled arcs of light into the unending abyss,
That forlong his aptitude is but marvel!
That his finite nature touches hands with the eternal!
That he is majestically capable, restricted only by
The wondrous capacity of the will!
That he stands resonate with the impossible,
The implausible,
The incomprehensible,
Oh no wonder he eludes even himself!
Oh it is no mystery as to why he permeates the rational,
That the essence of his wondrous journey is but the vague and the far!
How could any form reclaim what he has!
How could any master the unconquered flame?
How could any subdue such freedom!
What desires await him,
what truth beholds him,
what incorruptible fathoms benign his holiness?

For far and through man carries with him,
Weathered,
Painted,
Formed,
Uncontained, and indescribable, uniquely
Partitioned symmetry.
He has become the height of existence,
The culminated extension of reality,
And the struggle therein to overcome
Lack of life.

Yet, what "quintessence of dust" lays before me...
That his nature, so programmed,
reveals harsh light of his crudely malformed,
Obsolete ambiguity and definitive fractals.
That he is only the sum of his parts,
That he is nought but the perceptions
Therein, and maintains only
What destiny would predict.
That he summons only partial outreaches
of momentous,
hopeless hope,
Of conviction,
Of reason of thought,
All amounting to the sum totality of nothing.
That meaning lies darkened and void,
That we are what we are,
That man, so pitiful, conveys the hollow workings
Of a deceptive, struggling world,
Finding sense in a being as confused as itself,
Struggling to push past the barrier protecting
Null.

That all annihiliation awaits him,
That he stands upon the brink of destruction,
And calls out to meaning
"You are not real, yet,
let me find you
Or be rid of the necessity,
So as I may live in peace with what I am,
Knowing not I am nothing,
Thinking full well I am more,
Acting as though I am but not man,

I am god and god is nothing, such is who I am".

Do not be fooled!

Man must choose.