Metaphysics

From all practical perspectives
Physical, psychological, emotional
Social, cultural, financial
Living is futile
Meaningless, pointless
Absurd, and often torturous

Yet there exists one perspective
Where all these dissolve
Like smoke on the wind
That is —
Metaphysics

Not as branch of physics
Or philosophy
But another name for intuition
A certitude, knowing
That silently underlies
In all living beings

Were this not so
Living beings would line up
Atop cliffs and not avoid
Cliff edges

Not from fear of jumping
Not from blindness to the fact
That their wanderings, struggles, pursuits
Are meaningless, pointless

But because something persists
A non-physical, unstated knowing
A metaphysical certitude
Intuition

That does not yield — for long —
To the voices of body, mind, emotions
Society, and language
Even before abject misery and pain

Suicide, then
Is never a considered act —
It is always impulsive
Occurring in that brief moment
Of refusal, no

And yet, it can equally be said
That suicide is always considered
For in the instant of decision
Having weighed all practical perspectives
The only rational response that remains
Is, yes

And yet
Without a no to endure
What has already been endured
Without a yes to cease
What was always destined to cease

Who, then, suffers
Or ends the suffering
Who considers, who acts on impulse
Gripped by certitude
Or persuaded by reason

Who but a concept — human —
Fashioned by language, politics
Applied upon an entity
Never actual —
But always labouring
Considering and asking
Is life worth living

Suffering, living
Considering, labouring and asking
These never end

The -er does —
Never was