The Missing Pages Poem by john tiong chunghoo

I am but a man thrown into
this world
which means i do not know
where i came from
nor where i would be going to
this mysterious world and worlds
my mind stuck between all the planes
all men set to journey
through this world
laden with things known, unknown
all men having to read himself
like a torn book
pages lost here and there
so much to guess about
so many assumptions made
correct, incorrect
the beauty of this world
so much to discover
without and within
this strange
more than dynamic inlaid system
deep in the human realm
that launches itself
whenever world civilisation
needs a revolution, a saviour
this dynamism that is capable of
assuming a separate identity
when salvation is needed
this separate entity
stored with all moral fibres
that reflect us to ourselves
our standing, our growth,
that checks and balances
our foibles, indulgences
that separate entity
which is within ourselves
part of ourselves
which we call a higher consciouness
That separate entity
that launches so many religions
in the world
its similar message
cutting through humanity
inlaid, inlaid, inlaid
now who is the next person
to launch the world correcting gear
is christ coming back? Koran part two?
i read myself like a torn book
guessing at all the missed pages