Life is a mere conflict of believes,
Both from the inside and the outside.
The Christians went on the crusades,
Only for their faith, they believed to be right.
It was inner conflict that revealed to them,
True nature of things in plain sight.
The wheel of dharma turned when,
Ashoka conquered himself and not the world.
Spreading his belief in peace that all understood,
He became a great one.
The few years we are here on the planet,
I think should not be wasted,
Fighting against someone’s believe,
Or Defending the truth you never tasted.
I feel kant was right
To criticise, the fight plato and aristotal begun.
To see knowledge in its true form,
All the dogmas first need to be done.
To untangle your own wool,
Rather than poking what your neighbour has spun.
Will restore upon you a better clearity,
And a life that would be fun.