Enigma

Puzzles and riddles,
What are their purpose?
To tie up brain cells,
To ponder upon the meaning of existence,
To realise our minds are primitive;
Vast in scope and imagination,
Yet narrow in knowledge and experience.

Imagination we seem to dwell upon,
Absurdities make more sense to us than the truth,
Chess in heaven?
Salvage in hell?
Impossible but not implausible,
At least to the average human.

Knowledge is learning,
In a society based upon theory,
How is this possible?
Cognition is kept alive by sense,
But is killed by derisory creativity;
Abridging Man into a paralysed, idiotic idealist.