History is a funny thing to think about.
People say it’s cyclical in nature,
When I was young, I couldn’t figure it out.
But still, they all mentioned it a lot.
Teachers, moms, bus drivers, scientists,
It seemed like everyone was in on it.
I told them, “yeah, sure I get the gist.”
But really, I never knew what it meant.
Now I’m older and things make more sense.
Well, things make less sense, but I know more.
Like how the universe and molecules are dense.
Or how people work together for themselves.
Maybe now I’ve become too cynical
Now that the history books are closed.
I scoff at things based on faith or a bible.
Instead, I sit thinking about history.
In my mind, it’s very different than faith.
It looks different, feels different. They’re different.
Completely different, save for the wraith.
A ghost telling the past, but never being heard.
Both disciplines claim to build and build.
Building on top of what came before.
Then, in the present, we feel filled
With some satisfaction of knowledge.
We’re smug. That’s what we are.
Content with the fact that we have a map.
One telling us exactly how far
We must go to stay stuck in the past.
I feel like I get it now; history.
It’s this perfect playbook for life.
And yet, the future stays a mystery.
It’s biblical, actually, how little we learn.
Both are just studies ending with a guess
About the big question, the one we all fear.
Why are we here and what happens next?
We’re so curious, I wonder why?
It’s funny, we’ve all been dead before.
Asleep or un-alive, stuck in nowhere
For eons; an eternity; maybe more.
Through history or faith, we’ll never learn.
Dayton O'Donnell 2019
Originally published at https://www.daytondoesstuff.com on June 6, 2019.