Existentialism

We are like people in a rudderless boat,
Tossed by the winds of chance
Upon an infinite ocean,
Called the universe,
To whose blind, unfeeling nature
Our existence is absolutely meaningless,
Which judges us not and cares not,
But has all of us condemned, irrecocably,
The prince and the pauper alike - to death.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz