The human experience is turmoil and struggle,a self referential process that bears only the weight of itself,the need to understand itself. In an endless self referential process of understanding understanding;of trying to understand this moment which has just passed and is no longer.At the end, if any, is a bedrock of truth that transcends the…
A poem dedicated to my beloved son, Lawrence.
A purposely cryptic description of a potential model for electromagnetism which integrates the implications of a variable π. Alone in Atlantic under a dome of eyes,Spun to measure the dome upon my heel.I turned the entire cosmos!I was astonished for the firmament repeats! Yet,Finite was the distance of my turning. The Watchers of Libra judged…
A critique of transhumanism and the mistaken idolatry of conquering outer space. Socrates is a man, but so what? Socrates did not become a man as he always was a man as long as he was mortal. We were simply unaware of it until our deduction. What does such knowledge achieve? Science begins with an…
The mystery of experience hides knowledge.The experience is the only provable existence.Thus, it is the foundation upon which all truths can be built. The experience renders an ego,the seeming sense of self inside flesh.The flesh is made of matter and the fleshresides in dead flesh, namely the dust. The flesh is dust, the dust is…
A short poem portraying human nature and the battle within.