Each mind is situated on the spectrum of belief and reality.
Both ends suffer in their search for the truth.
The man who spends his life navigating the spiritual realm.
He attempts to find the greater purpose for everything.
Every blade of grass, each eroded stone a symbol of something bigger.
Given meaning in the name of God or the foreshadowing omen of an individual.
The man who occupies reality, grounded in science and logistics.
His mind filled with reasoning.
Observing outcomes to explain the inexplicable.
He fits his grass and stones into the puzzle of a greater system.
In doing so he is made God and he serves himself.
Both men's findings are recorded, read, believed.
In the end, does it truly matter?
Two lives spent kneeling, yearning for some kind of affirmation that their time was spent correctly.
That they added anything to the greater scheme.
The end comes, the ink runs, the pages wither to dust, knowledge lost, purpose forgotten.
The world keeps turning.
The two cities continue to exist.
Neither one is deemed better or worse.
Both reach the same end game.
on the two cities of god