An interrogative:
If all is relative,
And truth (like time and space)
Has no fixed thought or place
Where God has said, “Be still,”
Why can’t I simply will
That truth be as it seems
In all my ego-schemes?
So, spinning on my heel,
I’ll deem this cosmic wheel-
The whole, not some few stars,
But galaxies as far as
Light itself extends
Or human thought ascends-
May be just what I see,
One vast complexity
All orbiting round me!
YOU MIGHT ALSO LIKE
AI Child Porn and the Libertarian Lie
On August 25, Judge John Z. Lee of the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Seventh Circuit…
Natalism Will Smash the Gerontocracy
Life expectancy has increased in the U.S., rising a decade since 1950 and three decades since 1900.…
A Surprisingly Subversive Sex Comedy
In his recent memoir, Communion, JD Vance talks about feeling “profoundly sad for today’s kids” navigating the…
