Sense and Science

. for public domain Attribute to the space between a swaying willow tree and me, a Nothingness not to be seen. No fog, no haze, no wisp of smoke blocks my view behind its cloak, to hide the tree of which I spoke. But something's there I do not see, for Science argues there must be. My vision and Science, they disagree. And so it is with all I sense. Something is beyond, and hence, my senses, Truth, misrepresents. Beyond my own senses I must seek. Truth transcends my senses weak, and Science offers up a peek. And so I transcend twice a day. Senses and Science both have their way, and I not minding come what may.