POETRY
False Assurance
A Quatrain Meditation on Epistemological and Existential Paradox
Wandering the empty shores
Lost, with no direction.
How shallow life can become
The deeper one tries to understand it.
Like a dry river bed
Discovered in the desert,
All the hopes of sustenance
Lie barren before one’s eyes.
That is the hope philosophy brings,
A paralyzing false assurance
That to think is to exist;
Yet, we think ourselves out of existence.
In reason, we have lost reality.
In wisdom, we have lost humility.
In science, we have lost mystery.
In spirit, we have lost ourselves.
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