Our major resources are infinitely renewable —
thought, imagination, information.
Combined acts of conscious beings
develop labels and experiments
to better understand given environments.
Science, not decrees of some overarching god,
Experience we attempt to “know”
by categorizing, crafting systems.
Information flows through, leaves
inspiring bits, tills imaginarium —
well tended inner flower bed from which
variegated seeds freely
spread, carry attunement to essential center.
It’s not about either/or, duality, dichotomy,
even though portentous pendulum keeps swinging.
Not brain malformation,
shouts, whispers, insists
Hand turned in to fist, shake explosive arms.
Charms of hate, to capture, ensorcel, growing minds.
“It’s weak to be kind”
Creeping pendulum, the sweep of evidence
(which changes over time and place),
these but chains of thought that build,
transform, include ever more.
The center is not about faith or submission,
authority or politics.
It is interconnections
as they coalesce
to form a cohesive experiential whole.
Layer upon layer
of ambient ether condenses into
We speak of science as if revealed knowledge,
as what is real.
Yet, we people create acceptable reality
as collective agreement (though not all agree).
In laws and theories, we describe
to understand that segment of everything
accessible to senses and reason.
Attending to that part
on which we focus our “I”s.
Like old sayings (further extended):
Some look at a problem and say, “why?”
Others look at an opportunity and say, “why not?”
And still others look at our vast accrued mess and say,
“I’m not cleaning that up!”
It’s not as if I have declarative answers.
I merely offer open-ended questions
into which theories and possibilities can be dropped.
If reality is about perception,
and the reality apparent blows ill,
peruse leisurely, entertain unusual perspectives,
expose beautiful shapes and contours.