It was my ambition to summarize all religious/philosophical writing. The summary is: ”Why am I?”, is the question of meaning that gave birth to humanity. There is no answer so it will be the last why. Tries to answer it are causing the death of humanity. I put it in the banner of my website. I wrote some rhymed reason to elaborate. An excerpt: By Nature’s God LIFE was inspired. To self-create lives were required With natural activities To reach out to capacities, To others, and to Nature’s God, A life that we should all applaud. Most lives had a creative past Exclusively; ours didn’t last. When given birth by “Why am I?”, Our ‘parents’ feared not knowing why. Unknowns they’d learned they should avoid And so they tried to fill the void, Unnatural activity Diminishing what we could be. By trying they broke Nature’s rule, Who searched for “Why?” would be a fool. Descendants tried to stem their fears In diverse ways, throughout the years. In doing so humanity Defined the word “insanity”. Results of tries remain unchanged Despite how they are rearranged. In vain attempts to fill the void More of the past we have destroyed. Destroying more life has to be The Age of Asininity. Destroying more life we could stop Just by returning to the top. It seems though we’ll repeat each verse But every time we’ll make things worse Until the worst concludes life’s rhyme Because we’ve just run out of time.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2009/7/1…

We have been making the increasingly complex meaningless "machine" since the birth of humanity and it has been causing increasing asininity. an excerpt of rhymed reason: By Nature’s God LIFE was inspired To self-create. LIVES were required With natural activities To reach to their capacities, To others, and to Nature’s God, The “WHY of Life” we would applaud. Most LIVES had a creative past Exclusively; ours didn’t last. When given birth by “Why am I?”, Our ‘parents’ feared not knowing why. Unknowns they’d learned they should avoid. With shit they tried to fill the void, Unnatural activity Diminishing what we could be. By trying they broke Nature’s rule, Who searched for “Why?” would be a fool. Descendants tried to stem their fears In diverse ways, throughout the years. In doing so humanity Defined our asininity. Results of tries remain unchanged Despite how they are rearranged. In vain attempts to fill the void More of our Life we have destroyed. Destroying more Life has to be The Age of Asininity. Destroying what’s left we could stop Just by returning to the top. It seems though we’ll repeat each verse But every time we’ll make things worse Until the worst concludes Life’s rhyme Because we’ve just run out of time.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2009/7/1…

All the reading humanity has done since writing began has not prevented our self-destruction. an excerpt of rhymed reason: There’s ‘knowledge’, ‘knowledge’ everywhere Yet still we don’t know how to think. Intended to keep us afloat But deeper into shit we sink. What weighs us down aren’t those few facts Essential for us to survive. What’s drowning us are ‘mountains’ of The ‘knowledge’ of why we’re alive. Given to us by Nature’s God, Life facts are Her intelligence. The shit we’re calling ‘knowledge’ is Artificial intelligence.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2019/6/1…

With money has become a way we try to fill the void and the economy has become our god. an excerpt of rhymed reason: Our vertical Economy                                 We worship as if it's a god.                         However, it is powerless, A pipe which we should not applaud. The power that it seems to have Is what we give Economy, We then enable to decide The life we have, what we can be. The power we all give to it Is generated as we try To fill the void that's in our mind, We find when asking, "Why am I?" In our attempt to fill the void We form a population cone Around the economic pipe, Each in a horizontal zone. Our tries to fill the void with cash Suck torrents of it out the top. Since more will never be enough The sucking force will never stop. One at the top sucks in the most. In zones below each one sucks less. And in the base zone just to live, Most often suck without success. The capitalist 'cone' we form Around the source of cash we need Divides humanity so we're Disintegrated by our greed.   Our tries have screwed our 'Mother' to The point she's taking her last breath. Our worship of Economy Will cause our Mother Nature's death.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2012/12/…

There wasn't ever a philosopher who understood humans, nor is there now one who understands us. Philosophy is AI, i.e. made up shit. an excerpt of rhymed reason: Our ‘mother’ wondered "Why am I?", And gave birth to humanity. Our ‘parents’ looked but couldn't find The reason we were meant to be. Instinctively they’d feared unknowns, So this they felt they should avoid. They tried to fill the emptiness, The first reaction to the void. Till then life had been natural, And after it was mostly so, Until their offspring asked again, Then tries to fill the void would grow. Each growth of this unnatural Activity forced them to find More space for it in life and so By need the natural declined. The natural declined until There is so little left today That soon there’ll be no life to save Unless we grow the other way. Among our tries to fill the void There's money and the life it buys. Religious/philosophical Beliefs are also in our tries. 250 million books Gives academia a try. We research endlessly but still We fail to answer “why am I?” With science and technology We’ve tried non-stop without success To fill the void. Instead we’ve made A gross environmental mess. We try with drugs, sex, games, fast food And alcohol to numb our brains, Then mix in social media, With hope none of the void remains. We try with love and family, Jobs, power and preeminence. Directed inward, tries oppose Thus end in deadly violence Which will increase along with our Accumulating pile of shit, For when we try to fill the void We’ll never see the end of it. Not even with the best AI Will we slow down shit we excrete. To save what’s left of life we had We need to flush the shit we ‘eat’.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2015/6/2…

Life is a reaction to the void. Our existence is a collection of conflicting tries to fill the void which are causing the death of humanity. If we instead were good for nothing we may be able to slow our rate of self-destruction. an excerpt of rhymed reason: Our ‘mother’ wondered "Why am I?", And gave birth to humanity. Our ‘parents’ looked but couldn't find The reason we were meant to be. Instinctively they’d feared unknowns, So this they felt they should avoid. They tried to fill the emptiness, The first reaction to the void. Till then life had been natural, And after it was mostly so, Until their offspring asked again, Then tries to fill the void would grow. Each growth of this unnatural Activity forced them to find More space for it in life and so By need the natural declined. The natural declined until There is so little left today That soon there’ll be no life to save Unless we grow the other way. Among our tries to fill the void There's money and the life it buys. Religious/philosophical Beliefs are also in our tries. 250 million books Gives academia a try. We research endlessly but still We fail to answer “why am I?” With science and technology We’ve tried non-stop without success To fill the void. Instead we’ve made A gross environmental mess. We try with drugs, sex, games, fast food And alcohol to numb our brains, Then mix in social media, With hope none of the void remains. We try with love and family, Jobs, power and preeminence. Directed inward, tries oppose Thus end in deadly violence Which will increase along with our Accumulating pile of shit, For when we try to fill the void We’ll never see the end of it. Not even with the best AI Will we slow down shit we excrete. To save what’s left of life we had We need to flush the shit we ‘eat’.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2015/6/2…

If you want an new idea, read a new idea. The ideas in old books are the ones now causing our self-destruction. an excerpt of rhymed reason: By Nature’s God LIFE was inspired To self-create. LIVES were required With natural activities To reach to their capacities, To others, and to Nature’s God, The “WHY of Life” we would applaud. Most LIVES had a creative past Exclusively; ours didn’t last. When given birth by “Why am I?”, Our ‘parents’ feared not knowing why. Unknowns they’d learned they should avoid. With shit they tried to fill the void, Unnatural activity Diminishing what we could be. By trying they broke Nature’s rule, Who searched for “Why?” would be a fool. Descendants tried to stem their fears In diverse ways, throughout the years. In doing so humanity Defined our asininity. Results of tries remain unchanged Despite how they are rearranged. In vain attempts to fill the void More of our Life we have destroyed. Destroying more Life has to be The Age of Asininity. Destroying what’s left we could stop Just by returning to the top. It seems though we’ll repeat each verse But every time we’ll make things worse Until the worst concludes Life’s rhyme Because we’ve just run out of time.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2009/7/1…

Everyone's philosophy is AI, i.e., shit. an excerpt of rhymed reason: There’s ‘knowledge’, ‘knowledge’ everywhere Yet still we don’t know how to think. Intended to keep us afloat But deeper into shit we sink. What weighs us down aren’t those few facts Essential for us to survive. What’s drowning us are ‘mountains’ of The ‘knowledge’ of why we’re alive. Given to us by Nature’s God, Life facts are Her intelligence. The shit we’re calling ‘knowledge’ is Artificial intelligence.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2019/6/1…

How many of the yeas have done anything to fight climate breakdown. How many of the nays have paid any reparation. It is all a shit show. If we reach the end of 2027 we may find it is the end. an excerpt of rhymed reason: Our climate’s breakdown is so fast, The why we live it may not last, A climate expert Hansen fears, Beyond the 2030 years. We're burning fuel for energy To power an economy We seem unable yet to learn When we set fires, it's us we burn. We're dying of increasing heat That kills us and the food we eat Directly, and too bakes the land Diminishing our room to stand That rising seas also decrease As melting ice caps all release More water than returns as snow. What's more there is decreasing flow From glaciers on mountain tops And where flows end life clearly stops. Increasing heat evaporates More water, so precipitates Amounts of rain beyond belief That dried out land can bring relief. The floods which are a consequence Cause death and damage beyond sense. Another consequence is drought. To keep the land from drying out We suck up water from the ground Diminishing what can be found. A final unexpected drain Is water needed for the ‘brain’ That makes up A-intelligence Which is replacing Nature’s sense. Heat also melts the permafrost Releasing plagues that were long lost, And methane gas which kills as well. Heat too makes earth a deadly hell By raising our earth’s temperature  Beyond which our life can endure. The heat makes worse all hurricanes When now they hit not much remains. As heat is killing food we plant It heats the oceans so they can't Breath life into marine supplies On which humanity relies. It's heat that science also blames For turning forests into flames That burn Earth's lungs and also leave Her breath impossible to breathe. With heat and drought our deaths add up By flooding or an empty cup. Caused by the ‘death’ that fills the sky, We hear our ‘Mother’s’ plaintive cry Of mourning, for the view is stark. We're floundering and there's no ark. In ages past to stay alive We’d migrate, but we’d now arrive At places where there’s only doom Because there’s simply no more room.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2017/7/3…

Reading these books when they were written did not prevent our self-destruction. Rereading them now will help even less. an excerpt of rhymed reason: By Nature’s God LIFE was inspired To self-create. LIVES were required With natural activities To reach to their capacities, To others, and to Nature’s God, The “WHY of Life” we would applaud. Most LIVES had a creative past Exclusively; ours didn’t last. When given birth by “Why am I?”, Our ‘parents’ feared not knowing why. Unknowns they’d learned they should avoid. With shit they tried to fill the void, Unnatural activity Diminishing what we could be. By trying they broke Nature’s rule, Who searched for “Why?” would be a fool. Descendants tried to stem their fears In diverse ways, throughout the years. In doing so humanity Defined our asininity. Results of tries remain unchanged Despite how they are rearranged. In vain attempts to fill the void More of our Life we have destroyed. Destroying more Life has to be The Age of Asininity. Destroying what’s left we could stop Just by returning to the top. It seems though we’ll repeat each verse But every time we’ll make things worse Until the worst concludes Life’s rhyme Because we’ve just run out of time. thelastwhy.ca/poems/2009/7/1…

The common why of life would save humanity, not that the life of humanity has any value. an excerpt of rhymed reason: By Nature’s God LIFE was inspired To self-create. LIVES were required With natural activities To reach to their capacities, To others, and to Nature’s God, The “WHY of Life” we would applaud. Most LIVES had a creative past Exclusively; ours didn’t last. When given birth by “Why am I?”, Our ‘parents’ feared not knowing why. Unknowns they’d learned they should avoid. With shit they tried to fill the void, Unnatural activity Diminishing what we could be. By trying they broke Nature’s rule, Who searched for “Why?” would be a fool. Descendants tried to stem their fears In diverse ways, throughout the years. In doing so humanity Defined our asininity. Results of tries remain unchanged Despite how they are rearranged. In vain attempts to fill the void More of our Life we have destroyed. Destroying more Life has to be The Age of Asininity. Destroying what’s left we could stop Just by returning to the top. It seems though we’ll repeat each verse But every time we’ll make things worse Until the worst concludes Life’s rhyme Because we’ve just run out of time.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2009/7/1…

Razing our vertical economy might succeed. Our vertical Economy                                 We worship as if it's a god.                         However, it is powerless, A pipe which we should not applaud. The power that it seems to have Is what we give Economy, We then enable to decide The life we have, what we can be. The power we all give to it Is generated as we try To fill the void that's in our mind, We find when asking, "Why am I?" In our attempt to fill the void We form a population cone Around the economic pipe, Each in a horizontal zone. Our tries to fill the void with cash Suck torrents of it out the top. Since more will never be enough The sucking force will never stop. One at the top sucks in the most. In zones below each one sucks less. And in the base zone just to live, Most often suck without success. The capitalist 'cone' we form Around the source of cash we need Divides humanity so we're Disintegrated by our greed.   Our tries have screwed our 'Mother' to The point she's taking her last breath. Our worship of Economy Will cause our Mother Nature's death.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2012/12/…

Democracy is the first piece of shit we should excrete to save what is left of our existence. A "true democracy" is a disintegrating system, the opposite of the unity we need to survive. an excerpt of rhymed reason: Democracy was born out of Our inability To understand the common life Of all humanity. Democracy does not allow A space for empathy. It’s dominated by the meme What is in it for me? Democracy gives us ‘rights’ to Unfettered liberty. When ‘rights’ divide they're wrongs beyond All rationality. Democracy maintains divides In human unity. They are divisions that preclude Sustainability. Democracy is costing us Our livability. We cast a vote then pay for life. Division isn't free. Democracy supports all faiths And secularity. The conflict everyone has caused Helps write our history. Democracy distracts us from A sad reality, The harsh, corrupt dictatorship By our Economy. Democracy results in fights Because we can't agree. The politicking demonstrates Our asininity. Democracy gives us the right To our stupidity Despite the fact its consequence Will harm humanity. Democracy depends upon Made up philosophy With which we try to fill the void, The hole in life we see. Democracy will be our death Unless we can agree To end our tries to fill the void, Which feed democracy. Democracy we should change to A life of unity. Together is the only way We’ll save humanity. Democracy can be replaced With ideal anarchy, Self-governance by parallel, Innate activity.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2011/2/5…

Our purpose is to make one set of people called humanity. Clearly we are fatally failing. an excerpt of rhymed reason: By Nature’s God LIFE was inspired To self-create. LIVES were required With natural activities To reach to their capacities, To others, and to Nature’s God, The “Ideal” life we would applaud. Most LIVES had a creative past Exclusively; ours didn’t last. When given birth by “Why am I?”, Our ‘parents’ feared not knowing why. Unknowns they’d learned they should avoid. With shit they tried to fill the void, Unnatural activity Diminishing what we could be. By trying they broke Nature’s rule, Who searched for “Why?” would be a fool. Descendants tried to stem their fears In diverse ways, throughout the years. In doing so humanity Defined our asininity. Results of tries remain unchanged Despite how they are rearranged. In vain attempts to fill the void More of our Life we have destroyed. Destroying more Life has to be The Age of Asininity. Destroying what’s left we could stop Just by returning to the top. It seems though we’ll repeat each verse But every time we’ll make things worse Until the worst concludes Life’s rhyme Because we’ve just run out of time.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2009/7/1…

Climate change aside, humanity is way more than "that stupid". an excerpt of rhymed reason: By Nature’s God LIFE was inspired To self-create. LIVES were required With natural activities To reach to their capacities, To others, and to Nature’s God, The “Ideal” life we would applaud. Most LIVES had a creative past Exclusively; ours didn’t last. When given birth by “Why am I?”, Our ‘parents’ feared not knowing why. Unknowns they’d learned they should avoid. With shit they tried to fill the void, Unnatural activity Diminishing what we could be. By trying they broke Nature’s rule, Who searched for “Why?” would be a fool. Descendants tried to stem their fears In diverse ways, throughout the years. In doing so humanity Defined our asininity. Results of tries remain unchanged Despite how they are rearranged. In vain attempts to fill the void More of our Life we have destroyed. Destroying more Life has to be The Age of Asininity. Destroying what’s left we could stop Just by returning to the top. It seems though we’ll repeat each verse But every time we’ll make things worse Until the worst concludes Life’s rhyme Because we’ve just run out of time.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2009/7/1…

The mission of both companies is to make money. But if we razed our vertical economy SpaceX would become an unknown quantity and Bayer would help feed, without cost, as many of us as Nature could comfortably sustain. an excerpt of rhymed reason: Our vertical Economy                                 We worship as if it's a god.                         However, it is powerless, A pipe which we should not applaud. The power that it seems to have Is what we give Economy, We then enable to decide The life we have, what we can be. The power we all give to it Is generated as we try To fill the void that's in our mind, We find when asking, "Why am I?" In our attempt to fill the void We form a population cone Around the economic pipe, Each in a horizontal zone. Our tries to fill the void with cash Suck torrents of it out the top. Since more will never be enough The sucking force will never stop. One at the top sucks in the most. In zones below each one sucks less. And in the base zone just to live, Most often suck without success. The capitalist 'cone' we form Around the source of cash we need Divides humanity so we're Disintegrated by our greed.   Our tries have screwed our 'Mother' to The point she's taking her last breath. Our worship of Economy Will cause our Mother Nature's death.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2012/12/…

To the degree we try to fill the void we live empty lives full of shit. Humanity is generally not prepared to die. an excerpt of rhymed reason: Our ‘mother’ wondered "Why am I?", And gave birth to humanity. Our ‘parents’ looked but couldn't find The reason we were meant to be. Instinctively they’d feared unknowns, So this they felt they should avoid. They tried to fill the emptiness, The first reaction to the void. Till then life had been natural, And after it was mostly so, Until their offspring asked again, Then tries to fill the void would grow. Each growth of this unnatural Activity forced them to find More space for it in life and so By need the natural declined. The natural declined until There is so little left today That soon there’ll be no life to save Unless we grow the other way. Among our tries to fill the void There's money and the life it buys. Religious/philosophical Beliefs are also in our tries. 250 million books Gives academia a try. We research endlessly but still We fail to answer “why am I?” With science and technology We’ve tried non-stop without success To fill the void. Instead we’ve made A gross environmental mess. We try with drugs, sex, games, fast food And alcohol to numb our brains, Then mix in social media, With hope none of the void remains. We try with love and family, Jobs, power and preeminence. Directed inward, tries oppose Thus end in deadly violence Which will increase along with our Accumulating pile of shit, For when we try to fill the void We’ll never see the end of it. Not even with the best AI Will we slow down shit we excrete. To save what’s left of life we had We need to flush the shit we ‘eat’.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2015/6/2…

We should meditate on the fact there is no answer to "why am I?", the question of meaning our 'mother' asked that gave birth to humanity, and flush all the shit with which we try to fill the void so we can live in peace until we die. an excerpt of rhymed reason: Our ‘mother’ wondered "Why am I?", And gave birth to humanity. Our ‘parents’ looked but couldn't find The reason we were meant to be. Instinctively they’d feared unknowns, So this they felt they should avoid. They tried to fill the emptiness, The first reaction to the void. Till then life had been natural, And after it was mostly so, Until their offspring asked again, Then tries to fill the void would grow. Each growth of this unnatural Activity forced them to find More space for it in life and so By need the natural declined. The natural declined until There is so little left today That soon there’ll be no life to save Unless we grow the other way. Among our tries to fill the void There's money and the life it buys. Religious/philosophical Beliefs are also in our tries. 250 million books Gives academia a try. We research endlessly but still We fail to answer “why am I?” With science and technology We’ve tried non-stop without success To fill the void. Instead we’ve made A gross environmental mess. We try with drugs, sex, games, fast food And alcohol to numb our brains, Then mix in social media, With hope none of the void remains. We try with love and family, Jobs, power and preeminence. Directed inward, tries oppose Thus end in deadly violence Which will increase along with our Accumulating pile of shit, For when we try to fill the void We’ll never see the end of it. Not even with the best AI Will we slow down shit we excrete. To save what’s left of life we had We need to flush the shit we ‘eat’.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2015/6/2…

We are living in the age of asininity. an excerpt of rhymed reason: By Nature’s God LIFE was inspired To self-create. LIVES were required With natural activities To reach to their capacities, To others, and to Nature’s God, The “Ideal” life we would applaud. Most LIVES had a creative past Exclusively; ours didn’t last. When given birth by “Why am I?”, Our ‘parents’ feared not knowing why. Unknowns they’d learned they should avoid. With shit they tried to fill the void, Unnatural activity Diminishing what we could be. By trying they broke Nature’s rule, Who searched for “Why?” would be a fool. Descendants tried to stem their fears In diverse ways, throughout the years. In doing so humanity Defined our asininity. Results of tries remain unchanged Despite how they are rearranged. In vain attempts to fill the void More of our Life we have destroyed. Destroying more Life has to be The Age of Asininity. Destroying what’s left we could stop Just by returning to the top. It seems though we’ll repeat each verse But every time we’ll make things worse Until the worst concludes Life’s rhyme Because we’ve just run out of time.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2009/7/1…

The explanation is Trump. an excerpt of rhymed reason: It's apropos he's loud and brash, A cut off horn gives him his name. He blows his own and tweets nonstop For mass distraction is his game. Bamboozle is his stock-in-trade. Though he spent hours on the stump, Divisions in America Are what elected Donald Trump. By his account he is the best, He boasts, the greatest of them all. His skill is in division though. Too sad “divided we will fall.” Despite how strong he thinks he is He draws his strength from those divides. Without them he would fade away. He couldn’t live without the sides. The sides sustaining politics Are ways we try to fill the void. If we’d accept we can’t do that, All Donald Trumps we could avoid. The void is what our ‘Mother’ found When she first wondered “why am I?” Thus gave birth to humanity. Since there’s no answer we still try. Like Trump we try to fill the void With money and the stuff it buys. Sex, politics, religion, drugs, Preeminence are also tries. As president though at the top He finds void filling very tough. Even with Elon at his side The ways he tried were not enough. Like us if he continues with The ways we try to fill the void, Not only will America, But all the world will be destroyed. Instead we all could reach out to Bounds of unique capacities, To others and to Nature’s God, Our natural activities, And thus create with Nature’s way Our individuality That altogether add up to A unified humanity.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2017/2/9…

The underlying problem is our worship of the economy. an excerpt of rhymed reason: Our vertical Economy                                 We worship as if it's a god.                         However, it is powerless, A pipe which we should not applaud. The power that it seems to have Is what we give Economy, We then enable to decide The life we have, what we can be. The power we all give to it Is generated as we try To fill the void that's in our mind, We find when asking, "Why am I?" In our attempt to fill the void We form a population cone Around the economic pipe, Each in a horizontal zone. Our tries to fill the void with cash Suck torrents of it out the top. Since more will never be enough The sucking force will never stop. One at the top sucks in the most. In zones below each one sucks less. And in the base zone just to live, Most often suck without success. The capitalist 'cone' we form Around the source of cash we need Divides humanity so we're Disintegrated by our greed.   Our tries have screwed our 'Mother' to The point she's taking her last breath. Our worship of Economy Will cause our Mother Nature's death.👇more thelastwhy.ca/poems/2012/12/…