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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The Fruit Tree

To understand the subject, you need not destroy

No need to tear off a branch to learn the inner workings

Using that red rusted chainsaw powered by pain and lies

 

Just wait till it buds, and smell its blooms

Wait a little more, and taste its fruit

Sweet to taste, and bitter too

The story of the Tree

 

Why poison it, and tear it apart in your effort to understand?

Why demand unripened fruit here and now, before the season?

Continue in this pursuit and you’ll taste only your own poison

It is not yet time for apple pies baked with your leaven.

 

 

[Poem] Butterfly Effect

I choose what to wear based on whim
Draping and discarding philosophies
Injecting mankind’s knowledge stim
A butterfly in Africa flaps its wings
And I wear Cartesian duality today
Perhaps Carthusian spirituality tomorrow
And Egyptian hermetics the day after
My mind is never made up, tragic flaw
My mind is never made up, great salvation
A butterfly flaps its wings in Norway
And the tornado pushes my mind to a new doorway

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