Music disseminates truth, A weapon of mass instruction. Our music is family unrelated by blood. It contains multitudes. We must be vigilant We must be citizen soldiers Stripped of fear. Our optimism is magnified In our music. We sing of ourselves. The songs we create Address our own condition, Will ultimately sing of another,…
From Nancy: I was a high school senior — 17 or probably 18 — when I wrote this, apparently feeling less infallible than usual. I do notice that at 61, I still apologize after committing an inadvertent injury. But my opinions have marinated for decades so I’m less willing to reconsider them without…
Under Construction Uncertainty Incomplete knowledge Must be accepted. Courage! Update your beliefs As new evidence Comes in. Describe the universe As a series of Interconnected models Appropriate at different levels. Each model In it’s applicable domain– Ideas appearing– Essential parts of each story, Having the right To be thought of As real. Our task…
TIME Time alters form. What was Gives rise To what is. Gases condense Into planets. A spermatozoa Finds a ovum, Here I am. Impermanent, temporary A confluence of Past concatenations. For the time being Formed, I am. Me here, You there. Next? Credit given to Robert Langan, for his wonderful book…
Another fine poem composed by Nancy who has been a long term participant in our weekly philosophy discussion gathering. The poem reflects experience of game spotting in East Africa. Nancy mentioned that the animals are becoming scarce as their habitat is taken by encroaching human population. SONG OF THE SAFARI Though many creatures here…
Here is a fine poetic work in words and visual presentation. Gary is a long term participant in our philosophy discussion group. It is a privilege to present his work here. The poem: Humanities Man.
WHAT REMAINS My world A conscious projection Of an unconscious construction. I’ve forgotten How to forget Now my palace Is my prison. Waking, “thrown” Into a world I did not create, Unless with luck, I find a puzzling key To the locked palace door. It is my palace after all. All palaces crumble. I…
SURRENDER Not as defeat As release Letting one’s self go To unknown possibilities. The problem with doing— It’s headlong, voracious,– More and more, over and over. We just do what We have always done. One must die to rise anew: We cannot hold to this reality Which we are offered. It suffocates us. We…
