conversation with an old acquaintance
Posted: May 14th, 2016, 5:27 pm
Carl Sagan called it
intellectual chauvinism
the assertion that we know
all the laws of physics, science
is a tool in a box, not a trump card
to slam down on the table
of alternative thinking....I dig
its importance old friend
but not all new concepts can be
lumped together with Nessie
and Bigfoot, inside the vault
to your mind are competing narratives
I know it is comforting to "know"
all the rules, that's why religions
come with a book, sometimes
art is just too weird for people's
sensibilities, quite often the existing
paradigm is quick to scoff, ridicule
the imagination of the new kid
on the block, I'm just saying old chum
don't let it scare you so much, there is
consciousness that does not reside
in your brain, fear not...
nothing changes when I leave, the sun
will still rise and set just the way you want them to,
it was good to see you again, share the years
that got a way from us, the wisdom of time
seeping into estranged eyes
the truth we carved from different places on the earth
you seem to be in a good place, so who am I
to claim I know the secrets of the universe,
there is no right or wrong, just two old codgers sitting on a bench
and maybe...
even We don't exist
maybe We...
are just another concept, and there is
no bench
intellectual chauvinism
the assertion that we know
all the laws of physics, science
is a tool in a box, not a trump card
to slam down on the table
of alternative thinking....I dig
its importance old friend
but not all new concepts can be
lumped together with Nessie
and Bigfoot, inside the vault
to your mind are competing narratives
I know it is comforting to "know"
all the rules, that's why religions
come with a book, sometimes
art is just too weird for people's
sensibilities, quite often the existing
paradigm is quick to scoff, ridicule
the imagination of the new kid
on the block, I'm just saying old chum
don't let it scare you so much, there is
consciousness that does not reside
in your brain, fear not...
nothing changes when I leave, the sun
will still rise and set just the way you want them to,
it was good to see you again, share the years
that got a way from us, the wisdom of time
seeping into estranged eyes
the truth we carved from different places on the earth
you seem to be in a good place, so who am I
to claim I know the secrets of the universe,
there is no right or wrong, just two old codgers sitting on a bench
and maybe...
even We don't exist
maybe We...
are just another concept, and there is
no bench