(The other night I awoke with thoughts running through my head. A prominent one was, “Who am I to try to tell others the meaning of life? How presumptuous!” And as I thought about that, the poem below started to take shape.
“Presumptuous” derives from the word “presumption”, it occurred to me. There are two distinct senses; one, “arrogant”, “disrespectful”, “transgressing the limits”; two, “an idea that is taken to be true, and used as the basis for other ideas, although it is not known for certain.” Like ‘the presumption of innocence’. It is this second sense that I am shooting for, narrowly avoiding the first, I hope.
PRESUMPTION Silly of me to be so presumptuous, to think I could tell you, about life. On a topic as this, at a time so dire, I do dare aspire: I do. I hope to help, but for nothing else, it seems least we should do, me and you. The thing we call life, it presumes so much, you talk and me too, and rightly we do. What else would make sense, what better to do? What lies below? Let us strive to know. GWW
(Just warming up, here at The Natie Rel Connection. “Dose 5″ in “The Meaning of Life, in ten easy doses” series, to be Published Soon. Its the half-way house in our journey, so I figured I should make it a good one, or try really hard.)