A Tale of Two Giants

What
In general
Seems to be the problem
With their society today?
Is this new?
Is it old?
Are they really
Going to take the lashes of history
And continue to make the same
Same goddamn mistakes?
What
What are they doing?

What
Do you consider human nature? 
The answer isn’t clear. 
  The reasons for repetition.
Historical repetition
To see the cycle continue
As time marches forward
Marching
Marching
Marching
Like the columns of men
Their fate
Their fate
Determined by
The useless scores of men
In power
In fucking power 
What
What are they doing

The men
Who can talk to god
Fucking bullshit
We don’t talk
We watch
Scientists
With our rats in a maze
Endless time
As the experiment continues
Do we need another flood?
Do we want to pull the plug

No

No?

You heard me.

Alright then
Their hopeless maze continues
They are equal

To you, equally worthless. 
To me. Equal possibility

Although they don’t show it

Of course not
Look at them
This concept 
Isn’t to make answers easy to find
They are like this for a reason
One which even we 
May never know. 

That’s the idea isn’t it
To make it impossible
To lower the amount of work we have to do?
We don’t know
We don’t know
We don’t know
But we expect them to?

You say we’re scientists
Is it not our responsibility 
To at least search?
To take a moment
And understand
The mistakes we make
So that we 
May one day
Understand
Just a little more

But IF WE CAN’T KNOW
HOW CAN THEY?
They don’t even have
Omnipotence
They have nothing
Nothing
Other than themselves
Maybe the truth of self worth
The truth of self actualization
The truth of everything
Is not in understanding

Is that not what history is?
A strive to understand
To understand the truth?
What you seek, in answers
Will arrive in very different ways
To everyone

Our future is built off that very idea
So what
What you’re saying
Is
To let them figure it out?
For millennia after millennia?

Tell me.
They have a word
For where “bad” people go
Hell, I believe, to some
Do you think it exists?

Ha
That’s illogical
We created them dingus
There is nothing
After death
Life should be lived
To the best of their capabilities
Cause after it
There’s
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
So what
What in the goddamn fuck are they doing?

What we designed them to do
To be
as YOU say
at the best
The best
Of their capabilities
To fucking exist
Is that not reason enough?
I remember listening to one man
Looking down at the grave of a comrade
Yes
Yes
Yes
I thought. 
The exemplar idiocy of man on display
But, I took a listen, out of curiosity

What did he say?

His mind
His mind
In turmoil
Painted a picture
To say
“I was taught to fear hell. But there comes a point in time, when man has done things so terrible that they have to wonder, will the devil welcome them in hell as a friend?”

I mean
What the hell is a devil?

We built it
At least, you did for some

No, I built nothing
They have their will

You should know your own creation. Yes?
You know, how much they worship us right?

Well, I don’t know 
What, in reality
what
Is the universal
Punishment?
The schoolmaster with his ruler
The fucking police of hate
Of misery?
Of time?
Of time?
There is nothing
To punish hate
Other than ourselves
With more hate we control
Their meaningless existences
Why the hell did we think
Of this experiment?

They accept us as their leaders
Their guides
We are to pass righteous judgement in their eyes
We don’t
I for one, think we should
Maybe, for you, the answer will show
Maybe
Maybe
There will be clarity
In this experiment

Maybe
Maybe
There won’t be clarity
Maybe the lack of clarity
That lack of clarity
Is clarity
IS clarity

Our experiment
What is it for?

To find the meaning of existence

FALSE

What?

We are giants
We know the answer

To what?
We don’t have
Anything

Then you clearly 
Clearly haven’t learned

What?
What do I have
To learn?

It’s a process
For this Universe of ours

This universe?

Yes of course

But it is endless, it runs a loop
There is nothing beyond

Maybe that’s the point
 A matter of perspective

Isn’t that what everything is?
A matter of perspective
Perception
The idea of knowing
Based on an ideal

You misconstrue
The true meaning
Of perception itself

Explain

I shouldn’t have to
If you paid attention
To the experiment

The true idea
Of everything itself
Is to see the world
The universe

Time unbounded

As the way you view it
The way you view it
The way…

You view it as yourself
Of course
Tell me
Do you see yourself as evil?
Do you see yourself as good?
For a bit of clarity
Answer that for me
Then show me
Does this experiment
Continue?

I don’t know
I don’t know
How do you expect me to?
Through thoughts and ideals
We see
That there is nothing
I am bound
Bound by my own
My own
Own
Fallibility
You see

I see

You see?

Your creation
Our creation
Reflects upon us
We built them
Without the knowledge
Of that meaning
You seek

Then I go back
So how do you
How do I
How do we
EXPECT THEM
To understand?

We don’t
That is the premise
We create them
To search for
Answers

Answers we do not know?

Yes
As scientists
That is what we do
And this experiment
You question
That is why we do it
So we may understand

So that we may
Understand…

Yes
So that
We
We
We
We may stop
Suffering
From 
A lack of Clarity

From a lack of clarity, huh?
So you say we continue?

Until clarity is achieved