I wrote this for a Philosophy & Arts group meeting in March of 2020, and I saw it again recently. Why not share with a broader audience?
When introducing myself to you here
I can say I’m a thinker or a philosopher
Or my name is Nur Banu and I go by NB
But these are just contingent facts about me
What really matters I must say
Is my existence day to day
Depends not on me or the universe at bay
But something other than me, and far away?
I know these for sure about me:
I need to breathe and eat and occasionally pee
I love having my family and friends around
And all that I love eventually finds itself in the ground
So what is this biography, intellectual or otherwise
Yes I like Socrates and Meno and I’d prefer to be wise
But fundamentally if you were to ask me
I’m a being so incredibly needy
That I require continual upkeep
Even when I’m lying down and asleep
If the whole cosmos were a book
It would be the first place I’d look
Because a living contradiction is what I am
Finite being yearning for eternity — that’s the name of the program