Humanitatis Poem by Justin Reamer

To be or not to be: that is the question;
Whether 'tis nobler to suffer from pain or
To end it with forceful opposition, I know not,
But human consciousness offers us with
Many different solutions to solve them.
However, the question still remains,
Prodding us like little fishhooks in our mouths:
What does it mean to exist?

The question of existence is a dilemma,
Inedible cellulose causing flulike symptoms,
Answers unascertainable to human consciousness.
Ambiguous and vague as it may be,
It can be answered in any way we seek,
But 'tis reason's riddle like the Voynich manuscript,
With only one clear distinction in mind to note:

Human consciousness is a blessing and a curse.
We differ from the animals as night from day,
The animals with instincts, living to die like batteries,
And humans with consciousness, the ability to think.
Morality, philosophy, art, all human inventions,
All beautiful in our capacity to ponder and inquire,
But are distinct in their own uniqueness.

Reason's faculties, however, has its limits;
It cannot surpass our final destination: death.
A bomb to any forethought, the idea destroys
Optimism with acceptance of the inevitable.
Morbid, it seems, but hope still lies in the Truth:
We are all one in the Kingdom of God.