What's the Point in Feeling?

Feelings are portals to realms of memory
Shadows of the divine
They are mystical personal electric currents
Echoes from an experience in time

Attention seeking; they beg us to see
The nature of our reality
Like smoke from a fire burning so deep
Chanting from depths of eternity

Disturbing and vulgar though they can be
Placed in the center of thought
How trifling they are for all who can feel
What it's like for them to go dark

But what joy it is when in their good graces!
So good I just can't explain
Revealing reasons for this existence
Finding beauty in the pain

Reverberations of every experience
I'm conscious to feel it all
Revelations of thought like scrolls of a story
That reads on and on and on

But feelings are only along for the ride
As sidekick to myself
I see with an eye that they are not I
They're simply there to be felt

Without the carousel of changing feelings
Without the love and hate
I'd be free from all that pulls at my heart
And the chaos it creates

But without feelings I'd surely be lost
Confused in a cold dead land
Perhaps, the point of this human cost
Is a chance to understand