In the fires of love was life wrought
And through it's dying embers did it grow
One love was given for one life to be
One smile buried for another to see
Is it the cruel curse of fate
Or sad destiny the gods had made
For life to give and sacrifice
For I to die 'fore another thrives
What happened to love's conceited craze
Where is hidden life's selfish face
Must for our happiness a child be born
Does the searing torch have to stay aborne
Perchance if life itself I do not like
What fate if sun's rays burn like the deepest hell
If gratitude for my creator I do not give
And this filthy curse I care not to bear
Then with this life I will seal the end
For life might choose us, but I might choose life.
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another take on the need to procreate. with SG's reproduction rate of 1.2, so far off 2.1, what's going to happen. but the idea still doesn't appeal to me. i suppose i'm too far deviated from nature's will. i live my life only for myself, and even then already a strain on reason.
it is no doubt amazing how many generations have reproduced to survive down to me. an entire series of procreation entities. so how come i turned out this way? defeats the odds. but of the 2 billion or so who go on, i don't think i'll be in there.
if my genes were selfish, i would create more offspring of my own.
if i were selfish, i would not.
see which is more selfish.
interestingly too, my selfish/unselfish nature would lead to self-termination. which means that my unreproductive trait would not get passed on. so how is it that there are still so many people who refuse to procreate. hah. probable answer, it's not in the genes but nurture's influences.
it was tempting to send it in to the Forum and see if they publish it, but i din want the govt to come aft me. opposition to the National Day Rally.
i choose not to be.
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