to an unknown god.
To an unknown god -
Mankind orders itself in a hierarchy of thought.
Governments of our own design.
Place an order of power, or at least assumed power through which everyone views the system itself.
In our hierarchy of ordering
A destruction of mans ordeals floods the system
And it reveals a preference for the soul to be lost to the system itself.
Where the unknownness becomes the entity of belief
We ascribe everything to this.
A belief we ascribe everything to.
Every feeling or thought begins to desecrate upon this reality
And the thing we view at the pinnacle of the hierarchy begins to shift
For the philosopher it is the unknown of why.
For the scientist it is the unknown of HOW.
For the cynic, it is the unknown of when.
Yet, for all.
It is the unknown of itself.
What if our values set something to be at the top
Without our knowledge
A thing of which we view as supreme
A thing that is all-knowing
And lacks nothing we have.
A thing, perhaps
That is described fully by the word - god.
It seems at the top of our hierarchies
Sits the unknown god
Where we ascribe our unknowns
As we search for the pinnacle
The olympus of reality
Is the unknown god simply the most real
The god to which knows all
But is beyond our reach?
If we are meant to discover
We will discover
But it seems the unknown god
Is above the pinnacle to which
Somewhere we can’t reach.
A place where.
Nothing is.
Except everything we cannot touch.
And so to the unknown god
We lift a toast
And tell you
That I know you are the one who created me.
And everyone else upon this rock
A rock that hurtles through space without flinging any soul through the universe
Where we sit and we speak
Of life and love
To you I say i know who you are
I wish only for everyone else to know who the unknown god is.
