The Delusionists

They cannot even see what a handshake means, nor why the nightingale sings, yet they're sure, certain their minds will ring true.... And when they discourse on an empty Universe, they are sure their words must speak science, free of myth and hope and any sense of Divinity. They take a way of learning and make it a way of knowing, scornful of good and evil, contemptuous even of play-- they live in a world solely of black and white, yet know not that they are color blind.... For life, ALL life is radiant, more variegated than any rainbow, more profound than any mind could be. Life will never be caught, not in test tubes or words, and never, never, never in our hollow thoughts....