I'm in bed, wondering a chicken bone of an argument,
the question of whether humans are basically good or bad.
This one always sucks me up and breaks me down to
some glowering black hole.
Because I argue they are inherently good,
i do,
proof being that
we are just creatures, and could
possibly advance the constructs of baby religions,
aka monotheism,
and money, aka detached capital,
but then another look, and I know the time constraints,
think of my life, their livers, tissues,
the spinning wheel, ceaseless reverberations. unrest.
Then again, I recognize the greys,
lack of absolute, and so soothed, sleep.