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Must We Succumb to Metaphysical Incompatibility?

Ah, my dear, your greatest flaw, perhaps
Your only flaw, as you are sweet and kind
And flat-out gorgeous, is your retrograde
Belief in some great being in the sky
Who knows our thoughts and judges us,
And intervenes from time to time, in
Person or through winged proxies, in
Our ordinary lives in order to enable us
To do right and to, thus, be saved. From
What? , I wonder. After all, if this guy
In the sky is omnipotent, as you say he
Is, then from what does he try to save
Us? Him? He can't be very nice. And
I, of course, as I have said, have never
Seen much point to him, or evidence,
If truth be known. The universe is
Clicking gears, its little creatures, you
And I, are processes, and nothing
More, and, as I maul you in the
Evening, as I softly scoff at what you
Mumble as you kneel to pray, I trust
You'll learn to live with my conviction
That the universe, and all within it,
What we are, is meaningless, and you
Will, with your sacred book and buddy
Looming overhead, appreciate my
Feelings for you, and will tell yourself
That my claim life is pointless
Is my greatest flaw.

poem by Lawrence Beck
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