Mathos over Mythos

Logos is on the perch, and I feel on the verge of accumulating massive XP. Ever feel like that? Though I'm failing to stimulate much interest in communal art, I have been encouraged by a few non-commenters to keep it up. So I dug up an old poem that I wrote for a good friend of mine a few years ago. I think it conveys some of what I wanted this site to become (props to anyone who can pick out all the Chuck Thompson references in this post). That said, a bit of pathos for you:

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Every day you and I see
a baby with two heads
and someone else who is
headless. Every day it becomes
harder to accept
that God does not interfere.
It was easier once
but now we are responsible.

Perhaps, though, Kant was a prophet.
If you can accept
that, God looks after us.
We affirm life
by grieving
        we create good
so that we may grieve.

Put the lyme in the coconut.
We will become parasitic
twins. Fetus in fetu,
one inside the other inside another
without extremities.

We will become
a creature on Earth
laughing and grieving.