What’s captured my interest of late:
the notion of maximally great.
Some may find it odd
to talk thus of God,
but it’s part of an age-old debate.
Saint Anselm got off to a start;
got expanded upon by Descartes.
Then Kant came along,
convinced they were wrong;
the God proofs took a shot to the heart.
Anselm, you’ve heard of, I trust,
stated positively, being must.
’Twas Edwards, you see,
said non-being couldn’t be,
parrying Immanuel’s thrust.
Variants have surfaced since;
Plantinga is pretty intense:
discussions unfurled
into possible worlds,
and maximal excellence.
In the end, it all comes down to you;
possibility: a thing to work through.
With regard to reason,
one commits no treason
in accepting the premise as true.
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An interesting article on the subject can be found at:
https://peped.org/philosophicalinvestigations/article-plantinga-ontological-argument/
I sleep with Saint Anselm,
but wake with Aquinas
My dreams to envision
what the morning will say
Creativity’s twins,
imagined then stated
Epiphany’s birth
—morphing night into day
(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)
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