Pontius Pilate once wondered what is truth
Well may he, but the answer is easy
Just like the soul’s a hole, like dreams of youth
Truth is evasive and illusory
What is, is, and is not; both equally
Is it a wave, is it a particle
Heisenberg only knew uncertainty
He’s like Socrates: the same principle
Philosophy agrees with science. Bull
And truth intertwine in straight lines of growth
In fields fertilised by technology
Weeds of selfish opinion that strangle
Crops of hopeful guesswork. To challenge both
Is to be burnt at stake or nailed up high
The Master and Margarita comes to mind. Thanks for the continuing Onionization of my reality.
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ReplyDeleteMuchas gracias peeps. I is back from a long day's journey into Stevenage. (A small town in Hertfordshire).
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