Wisdom Seems An Oxymoron

Wisdom seems an oxymoron if implied there’s ‘State of Being,’ slight trace found where truth’s wildflowers flourish unrestrained by seasons. Wisdom wears truth like a glove protects soft flesh from blister/callus. Truth ‘is’ wisdom loves disguises, rainbow’s curves are free of malice. Evolution’s wisdom’s penchant, change it welcomes – ‘child of reasons.’ What’s true blooms with understanding, lines Love’s path of flavored seeing. Wisdom’s finite, truth’s far-reaching, infinite. Yes, God‘s more trouble! ‘Truth’ seems strange (A shock! Surprise!); infinities aren’t all the same size. Just not true? A child can grok this: [Odd and Even both are numbers. Every Odd gets paired with Even. Infinite are both groups’ members! But Real numbers, odd and even, count them and feel wisdom downsize; paradox pops up to plague us! Real’s infinity’s their double!] Who’s more cursed/blessed, male or female (war’s conscription/moms imprisoned)? Truths we long to find (mirages) may, in fact, exist, but where sir? Socrates (some called a wise man) groked his truth, forswearing knowledge. Paradoxes’ gifts worth loving (PhDs from wisdom’s college). Science models (pointing at what helps) aren’t Christ revealed (though savior). Faith in Christ, in Science (blinders off), gilds Wisdom, Truth (when seasoned!) Brian Johnston 28th of November in 2022