Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Tuesday, 10 September 2024

My Inner Animal.

I never looked for meaning
in my life, nor purpose. I have no
idea why people might or do so.
There seems to me no 'point'
in anything, except appreciation
and enjoyment of what I like,
and gratitude for kindness.

Keen Christians often talk
unhumbly about humility.
Perhaps not wanting meaning
or purpose in life
is its free, irreligious form ?

For me there is no need of faith,
no god nor soul nor immortality,
no blessedness, no art, no meaning,
no progress but the flux and the slipping
or the crashing into death.


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