True Something is Better than False Nothing

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This world’s a dew drop,                                                                                                                                                                                                       yes, a world of dew, and yet …
and yet … and yet …

~ Issa Kobayashi [though here Englished by Phillip Whidden]

The soul is separate from the penis.  That

Is absolute since soul does not exist.

Religions teaching otherwise go splat

In thinking minds.  Their faith becomes a mist

So foggy that it ends in nothing, lost

In vacuum* of space, the final space

Of Zero Absolute, a zilchness frost,

Frost wiped out frigid leaving not a trace.

Religions turn away from truth because

They need ‘‘the soul’’ to fool the people who

Can’t face the fact of death, its final laws,

No coming dawn and no recurring dew.

  There ain’t no soul in you.  There is no soul,

    Not even God.  The cosmos is the whole.

*Here pronounced correctly in three syllables

~ Phillip Whidden