Sonnet On Philosophy.Sonnet 03

.3. The Absurd Fortress (Existentialism)The mountain stands indifferent to our name,The silent stars roll past without a care.No cosmic ledger keeps a tally game,No grand architect answers our prayer.We demand meaning from a quiet sky,And build our fragile temples in the dust;Inventing holy reasons why we die,Because the cold alternative is trust.But in this empty void, the truth is born:The blank canvas demands a painter's hand.We are the ones who reinvent the morn,And map the borders of this lawless land.Since no external force defines our worth,We build our own purpose on this earth.