Beasts of this Earth.

I think the greatest disappointment of the last 50 years or so is the building realization that we are not the gods we imagined ourselves to be.

Just beasts of this Earth.

In our culture we have always imagined ourselves to be above the animals, but before we had God to remind us that we weren't gods.

Now God is dead and we've gone on ahead of ourselves. Now reality catches up and we're no longer even afforded the comforting myth that we were created in God's image.

Just beasts of this Earth.

But aren't we sophisticated beasts? Sophisticated enough to see what we are, innovate a morality of our own based on aspirations to something higher, yet be unable to live up to it.

This is the root of our disappointment. Our liberated minds want equality and freedom but our bodies do not. Our bodes just want security and the best genes for their offspring.

If not with our words, our deeds reveal who--or what--is in control.

Just beasts of this Earth.

Poem. No title.

I woke up as the sun went down.
A demon visited me while I slept,
Traces of terror linger still gripped my organs.
It was like an inversion of the soul,
Suddenly everything was born up and
Exposed to the searing light of judgment.
My stomach rose to my throat
As the floor opened beneath me.
Like Icarus who flew to close to the sun
And melted his waxen wings.
The balloon of my hubris burst,
And there was nothing to stop the fall.