another new poem draft

STUPID GARBAGE ON HUMAN NATURE

there is no normal standard of health
and there is no definite criterion or measurement
there is no intrinsically correct mode of being
and there is no evidence suggesting
that the human is necessarily content and cheerful by nature;
rather, by the fact of just being human,
     of being condemned to painful consciousness,
we can conclude that there is one animal
        which is sicker and frailer than the rest of the lot,
 and that is surely the human being,
 for what is consciousness if not a disease;
  a purulent scab in the side of histories,
  and an inflammation of the nervous system of evolution;
 
  what is consciousness really,
   except for a disease and a blemish
      upon evolution?

the human is born with an overdevelopment in skill
     and with an overemphasis in passion;
both of which do not fit into the design of the natural world.

the human being has an overdevelopment of understanding,
and she is programmed with an overemphasis on care;
traits which do not rather help the human in the forest
but only further chasms the concept of man and nature away from each-other.

since human beings search for answers to questions
we can simply not measure in the laboratory,
we try, as an epistemological constant, to overcome the human in us
    by probing the mystical for answers,
      fishing the deeper deeps,
        digging longer and longer holes downward...

the human craving
  for philosophical and valual justification
     on matters like these
is a prayer left unheard.

the human life is same for all
       but at the same time
         fundamentally different for all:
a suffering which is relative
   in terms of experience and management
but absolute
   in terms of its causality of damnation.

the want to know about life and death can not be satisfied,
therefore the human is faced with a reality no other animal must grapple with,
and the human experiences it increasingly absurdly, since,
due to its elemental paradoxical nature, the closer one gets to the core of these questions
       , the vaster, the shadier, the greyer, and more fleeting it will start to seem.

it is a perennial
  and objectively incomprehensible darkness.