There is no meaning to life but that which we give it.
We chose a goal because we do.
We scale a wire between two towers because we do.
We have sex because we do.
We kill rats because we do.
We feel like shit because we do.
Why?
Why?
Why?
The coyote cries to the wind and the wind replies:
Why?
Why?
Why not...
Sordid and pretty the coyote bows his head,
he is masculine and prowd and humbled before God
in his wind, in his Masculine wind that proclaims
"there is no beauty but that which is given"
"all is given by me"