Wonder and Despair,
Twin brothers born of our need to know;
These the tainted fruits
These the light and dark
Born of laboring knowledge.
Learning's vanities
Illuminate the limits.
The hard currency
Of humility,
The price of Nature's secrets.
So we find ourselves
Hung amid infinities...
Below, Forever.
Above, Forever.
Grains on a beach, we between.
We explain the world
As it defines us, laughing:
Creatures of a day,
Playing at Godhood
See our insignificance.
Less than angelic,
More than bestial, we strive,
Sailing on our thoughts
To the antipodes
Of Being, on the ship named
Novum Organon,
Sails full of a wind of words
Towards those pillars
At the narrow strait
Of wisdom: Wonder, Despair.
Categories:
organon, introspection, mystery, nature, philosophy,
Form: Choka