Confusion/Burying a Cat

I am confused, a most delightful state
When perusing abstract constructs up late
Body’s timetable a base of stability
While mind renders tunes from inner cacophony

Dwelling on epistemology, while I dig a hole
Knowledge is not crucial, but it can play a big role
In the search of Truth, understanding is sped by perspective
Knowledge grants you different eyes to see from in this respective
It is not the only way, but it is the easiest to access these days

I bury the cat in the garden, and wash up for lunch
Thoughts on morality, pre-existence, afterlife, Cthulu munch
I dream that I’m a natural disaster, firestorm, bringer of chaos
That duality you talked about exists here, the physical and the mental
When one is stable the other can embark on discovery within confusion
I begin to ponder anew, is it better to own your house or live in a rental.

Tam teaches Ban true skepticism

Ban calms down to the Sky Mother’s beautiful song
Time passes, ‘haps seconds or even eons long
Tam attempts a retort, fearing his words did distort
The long and fierce debate ‘tween the Sky Mother’s twins

“Brother Ban, though we could touch upon man’s morality
I fear you’ve derived these axioms erroneously
I never inferred that soul and spirit were incorruptible
I did however infer a ‘goodness’ that was fundamental

Just as a body can grow sick, so too the spirit
Especially when things seem unfair and disparate
I laud your passion, is that not itself an example
Of how one can step out the self, help rather than trample

Would this corruption of man seem so wrong to you
If you lived by chemistry, rather than soulful empathy?
Would injustice and mindlessness so affect you
If there was not something more to kindness than a dopamine stew?

Ban: but how can you be so sure of things you cannot see
What gives you the right to speak with such authority?

Tam: I am a skeptic, just like you
I would be a sham if I didn’t doubt too
Every statement I make, is open to change
Revision of mistakes, as knowledge increases its range
I speak only of things I know now
Three letters from aleph, many more till tau

I have faith, derived from reason and observation

Leaps of understanding made to best describe the whole situation

Perhaps right, perhaps wrong

We’ll never know until we hear more of the song

 

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[Poem] Odin and the Noose

(Warning: Don’t try this at home. You’re not Odin and your house is not the Yggdrasil)

I hang from the branches of the Yggdrasil

At once both alive and dead

I watch from the branches of the Yggdrasil

From high above the well of Urðr

 

The Tree sustains me, the Tree maintains me

My fear contains me, Fenrir’s grin revolts me

Cannot escape my destiny, the Tree understands me

I see my death, I accept. And then I hear all Life.

 

 

Poetic Edda:

Veit ec at ec hecc vindga meiði a
netr allar nío,
geiri vndaþr oc gefinn Oðni,
sialfr sialfom mer,
a þeim meiþi, er mangi veit, hvers hann af rótom renn.

Við hleifi mic seldo ne viþ hornigi,
nysta ec niþr,
nam ec vp rvnar,
opandi nam,
fell ec aptr þaðan.

I know that I hung on a windy tree
nine long nights,
wounded with a spear, dedicated to Odin,
myself to myself,
on that tree of which no man knows from where its roots run.

No bread did they give me nor a drink from a horn,
downwards I peered;
I took up the runes,
screaming I took them,
then I fell back from there.