Part Three

It seems I've been depressed all my life

I remember once when I was about eleven years old

On a summer day

I was aware of the nothingness of life

I said to my mother, there's nothing to do

She said, just go outside, you'll find something to do

So I went outside and did things

Now it seems there is more to do inside than outside

But still there's nothing to do

We simply manufacture circumstances that create a necessity to do something

Except for the procurement of basic comfort as a human being

Aside from manufactured circumstances

And the resultant required activity regarding them

Well, what is there

The play of the mind

The exercise of the body

Simply escapes from the basic reality of life's nothingness

??? we humans are happy

We're just in situations that force us to act

The contemplation of beauty, is it enough

To build a fire and simply watch it

Why jump into the folly of the human mainstream

It seems no use

Onward we go

Condescending to expend the energy of our own being

The construction and deconstruction of a life

And still there's nothing

Well, just go outside

The elements will teach you to respond