Cognosis.

This is the beginning of a thought.
My mind's synthesis that will bring you a new thesis.
From my mind wrought.
Because if there is none new underneath the sun.

Then why bother... but consider.
The first man that was.
Who consumed the lie,
Conceived goodbye,
And first felt pain,
First knew gain.

First dreamed redemption,
Conceived connection.
And valued all that was.
Because all was lost.

If he could first,
Can we not more?
Is not our thirst,
As his before?

To uncover and discover,
What has been hidden.
And in doing so uncover,
What it means to be human.

To be frail,
And long to be strong.
To fail,
And somehow move on.

To be a fool,
And long to be smart.
To be ignored,
And long to be art.

We are driven by all we are not.
Driven by all we have forgot,
Driven from what was easy.
To what makes us uneasy.

Gripped by what we cannot hold.
Until we grasp it and are made bold.

Maybe the fall was designed.
By a higher mind.
So man could find.
More than darkness can bind.