Blank Slate

What a wonder! Nothing was written! Absolutely free! Bee, sea, tree - I can create whatever I want to see. Receptively blank as the almighty designed it well, It can in each sketch His miraculous mysteries spell...! Tabula rasa, John Locke calls it - no readymade concepts, Like nectar in a flower, facts fill in all its contents; The environment like my mother nurses my actions, My caring and rearing enable all my attractions...! I am like a natural child, devoid of compulsions, My growing intelligence expulses all convulsions; The Blank Slate - nature's hardware - analyzes all awareness, My contemplations - software - set them rightly in fairness...!!! 06 February 2023