Are you Willing?
Is this another world you are exploring?
Perhaps that is why it is so alien.
Here only feeling is real; even words are shadows:
synaptic ghosts, brief, tenuous suggestions of memory.
To look about for an answer is unrewarding.
There are no labels.
The cellularity with which you are surrounded
is indeed a wall,
an ostensible protection from some parallel universe.
And into this you have come: Really? Intentionally?
on a quest for answers, for comprehension,
realizing that, to the contrary,
there can be no continuation,
that you are in no way capable of understanding
and that, finally, there is no way out
of this maze of your own making.
Are you willing
to continue this journey?
Would it not have been better
for yourself and your progeny
if that climb down from the tops of trees
had never got started? Or even entertained?
If the interrogation of even elementary particles
had not been attempted?
You speak to them
in tongues that the Babel of the ancients
would not, in their wildest dreams, have imagined.
And if you listen, you may hear a reply
for which no Rosetta Stone is available.
Go on. Shrug your shoulders.
Eyes have been supplied so use them. Observe what is obvious.
There is an array here that is amazing.