Why we forget

There seems to be a thread of sorts
on a number of blogs herabouts,
on remembering and forgetting.

I am drawn to reflect on this
and will carress it everywhere,
and so throw this into the pot ...

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SINCE WHEN

Somewhere between the moon’s jump into the sky
And man’s found ability to write things down
Evolved (or was ordained – choose one) a notion
That all things should be uniquely named and labeled.

Now if the useful purpose was meant to be
to share something grand or wondrous just beheld,
then certainly saying I saw a ’whatsit’
flip a ‘wow’ wouldn’t convey much sense of awe.

Beyond this agreed simple expedience
Man became a bit obsessed and controlling;
Setting some names above the rest in order
Such that judgment was required and corrupted.

Before long – well a millennium of two,
Prejudice became such a necessity
That hierarchy came to be ‘gooder’
And being ‘lesser’ meant some subservience.

Forgotten was the bless’d gift of life itself
Which respected all is one and divine,
And as man forgot love and brotherhood
He created sin out of nothing but pride.

Humans, in their folly, even split up God,
And forced evil from a dualist nature
While projecting that their eternal spirit
Was now up for barter and thereby worthless.

Occasionally God would send a herald
To help us get it straight and guide the way
Back to innocence and liking life a lot,
But we just squabbled over which was better.

Now that I’m getting on in years and wisdom,
Which is to say ‘more wise than’ but forgetful,
I’ll be excused for driftin’ back to childhood,
When all along that is what is meant to be.