It Gets Lonely...

It gets lonely over here
where the objectivists once played.
A few here and there pass by.
But only to give waves of goodbye
as they jump into the ever growing subjective.

It’s the Promised Land I hear.
Man becomes God,
they scandalously whisper in my ear.
Your tastes rule everything,
it’s all in the eyes of the beholder.
There is no Beauty with a capital B
only the perceptions of the lower b.
Truth is as easy what your feelings tell you.
Why, they even tell me
you can find justice in the masses!
Man has it good over there,
not too much to think about or worry about.
Just stay true to your feelings, they all say.

But here I stay,
even with the promise of living the easy life.
I prefer it over here.

I can nibble on baklava with Socrates,
while we discuss where to find Justice.
“Not the masses” he will surely say.
I will question my feelings,
over coffee with Boethius.
Soon I will even better my taste of the Beautiful,
as a student of Plato.
Over here I sip tea with Chuang Tzu and Meister Eckhart,
while facing the dark waters of Genesis and the Non-being of Tao.
Maybe later in the day I’ll take a hike with Confucius,
while discussing sincerity.

Yes, wave all you want,
my place is here.