One is a Mirage

To prose or to not prose, or to prose poetically:

This question matters not,

as it's implementation is an opaque cloak to the action of communication;

it is language distortion of what is plainly spoken.

So, to speak plainly, individualism is a social illusion.

It is a mental mirage, a trick of alchemy;

blending light, fluid and perception

feeding a generational hallucination.

It is the musings of a toddler proclaiming self reliance for all things.

And just as any mirage, we see but our eyes truthfully deceive.

What is One's purpose? How does One derive meaning?

One is useless in isolation;

one particle, one atom, one cell,

All devoid of purpose and meaning

unless party to something greater than itself.

Self-reliance and self actualization come through

the power given by another, a collective, a community,

through the satisfying of needs.

Cooperation with one's neighbor or a multitude of neighbors is symbiotic,

being wise is to aim in maintaining this synergy. 

Yet with light comes darkness,

with collaboration comes conflict,

with collectives comes division;

collectives defined by demographic flavors.

Race, gender, town, or State 

are used to empower or destroy.

Does One resist moving to the edges of the Venn diagram?

Does One embrace the periphery and reject intersection?

Does One come to a place of blindness

to the collective that is most essential;

The communal singularity of our cosmic ark

moving through space and time?

Those are the questions to be answered.