Instead I see both gears and springs
And think of the possibilities we could bring
Cause in sad truth We live in a mechanical world
With mysteries no God could ever unfurl
But in a quite noble attempt
We will deny this sad truth, and call it a lie
But through the knowledge we build perhaps we will find
A truth or two that will set our minds at ease
Until the day the gears seize
And if you listen you can hear
Around you a ticking gear
And if you look you can see
What this clock could truly be Why? Often the first question that enters the child’s head as he walks into his first day of kindergarten and the often the last thought of a dying man’s mind. The question that “why” poses refers to the reason one does something. However, in a more philosophical sense, why is a question meant to examine the purpose of existence. It creates an uncomfortable stir in one’s stomach because it reminds oneself of his or hers ephemerality. Some try to simply ignore the finality of the question, while others rely on faith or belief in order to soften difficult truth: everybody dies.
So when people are posed with this question, they often respond with reasons to live like personal pleasure or family. However, these answers are only valid in the spectrum of how long one’s physical body survives. Often, people don’t take into account that one’s memory lives
