Solitude’s Paradox

Solitude’s Paradox

In the somber shadows of the cosmic sphere,
Where silence reigns and echoes the divine fear,
A question lingers in the void, stark and sheer:
What if God, in solitude, shed a tear?

In the vast expanse of the eternal night,
Would I dare to mend the fractured holy light?
To bear the weight of oneness, an endless plight,
And in the sea of stars, be the sole wight.

For unity's embrace is a lonesome cage,
A single soul's burden through the endless age.
Yet, in this choice, there lies a sacred sage,
Who finds in the abyss, a hallowed stage.

Or would I choose the bliss of fractured minds,
Where ignorance the heart of conflict finds?
In war's embrace, the psyche's pieces bind,
And in their strife, a fleeting peace they grind.

The war for dominance, a ceaseless game,
Where victory's fire is but a fleeting flame.
And when the ashes settle, all the same,
The victor stands alone, to bear the name.

But Poe's own raven whispers, "Nevermore,"
To play the game where loss is at the core.
For in the end, the extremes we deplore,
Are but two paths that lead to the same door.

So, in the face of eternity's vast play,
Sometimes the only move is to walk away.
To find between the dark and light, a gray,
Where neither unity nor war holds sway.

For in the realm of gods and fractured souls,
The balance of the psyche truly consoles.
And in the heart of cosmos, it enrolls,
A tale of unity and wars in rolls.

“What if God is in the state of a fractured psyche due to the pain and trauma of being utterly alone in the universe and humanity is the result. Would you:

Unify the psyche and suffer the burden of being utterly alone for eternity?

Or

Live in ignorant bliss and risk eternal war for dominance over the other fractured pieces?”

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