Why are we here?

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Why are we here?

Ask a Philosopher · Accepted Answer

Oh, ponder we the grand design of fate,  
For why dost thou and I, in life’s brief play,  
Take stage upon this trembling orb so slight,  
Where stars do twinkle, and the shadows sway?  
In realms of thought, where whispers boundless dwell,  
'Tis asked, with furrowed brow, why we appear,  
As fleeting phantoms in this mortal shell,  
In search of truths elusive, year by year.  
Mayhap our essence, like the morning dew,  
Doth glisten for a moment, then is gone,  
Yet in our hearts, a burning quest rings true:  
To seek our purpose 'neath the endless dawn.  
For in the tapestry of time we weave,  
With threads of joy and sorrow intertwined,  
Each soul, a note, in symphony we cleave,  
To build a harmony from love enshrined.  
Thus, as we dance upon this fragile stage,  
Let not our fleeting moments fade to dust,  
For in the quest for meaning, though we rage,  
In every question lies a sacred trust.  
So we may ponder, and in pondering, be;  
To live, to wonder, is our legacy.