Why Are We Here?

I reason, Earth is short—

and Anguish-absolute—

And many hurt,

But, what of that? 

I reason, we could die—

The best Vitality

Cannot excel Decay,

But, what of that? 

I reason, that in Heaven—

Somehow, it will be even—

Some new Equation, given—

But, what of that?

Emily Dickinson, c. 1862 

Neither reason nor intuition fill in the blanks. As for me, it is enough to share dust with stars. Indeed, what of that?

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