If the ultimate reality is a formless, meaningless one
it is by this exact nature that form, and meaning can exist
my search for truth has always taken the form of searching for meaning
and I couldn't fathom that meaning only existed because the truth of the matter
was that it ultimately doesn't exist at all, it's just a dream, so are the vehicles for arriving there
and it's caused me such sorrow and pain, a heavy heartedness by insisting there be
something malleable, something I could logically comprehend, and fathom intellectually.
it really is all just a dream, and there really isn't a problem, realizing this
feels something like a dump truck being lifted off my heart.
Now, if I could only keep it off there, for good.