And under the lights of the heavens above,
on the top of his mountain,
facing all that was considered humanly grand,
there stood a man,
and overwhelmed-not by wonder, but (strangely) by despair,
"Can I be moved?"
He had dismissed his feelings far too easily,
Now he could not feel.
He had questioned his urges far too quickly,
Now he could not move.
He had reasoned far too much,
Now he would not think.
And so, pale in the face of beauty, he wondered,
"Can I be moved?"..
And there he stood-a dead man,unmoved,
searching for his humanness after denying everything that made him human..