realfire
08-11-2010, 01:57 PM
Everything Is But A Theory
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Even the greatest ones of all time
May at some point be viewed as invalid
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Perceived as absolute , we believe it to be real
Our hypothesis of life is dependent on transient evidences
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We construct the world in this realm
Paradigms arising out of consciousness and landing on our stage
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Why not question more, delve deeper , exhume all
Because someday that which we held most precious , will be disproved ( think Einstein)
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Each nano-second new knowledge is flooding forth
Wishing only to be seen,heard , and assimilated
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Can we burn our intellect, about all things , in every minute ?
Can we be like a personal recycling center ?
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Taking all the thoughts, actions, preferences , and religions we bow to and ….
Use the stuff , crush the stuff , and be made into new stuff
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To be blown to smithereens in the gentlest of ways
Swept clean of ancient and recent collected cobwebs of a “ me “
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To be filled with water and then consequently rung out
Absorption and Release an ever present cyclical process
<o:p> </o:p>
Sweetly surrendering the grasp of temporary truths
What might become of us if we were untangled from our concepts
<o:p> </o:p>
Baptized and Viscerally present
Authentic days and nights
<o:p> </o:p>
What beckons beyond our lived realities ?
What hides beneath our patterns of behavior ?
<o:p> </o:p>
None of it is truly true
Because everything is but a theory
<o:p> </o:p>
Including this poem and its poet
<o:p> </o:p>
<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p>
Even the greatest ones of all time
May at some point be viewed as invalid
<o:p> </o:p>
Perceived as absolute , we believe it to be real
Our hypothesis of life is dependent on transient evidences
<o:p> </o:p>
We construct the world in this realm
Paradigms arising out of consciousness and landing on our stage
<o:p> </o:p>
Why not question more, delve deeper , exhume all
Because someday that which we held most precious , will be disproved ( think Einstein)
<o:p> </o:p>
Each nano-second new knowledge is flooding forth
Wishing only to be seen,heard , and assimilated
<o:p> </o:p>
Can we burn our intellect, about all things , in every minute ?
Can we be like a personal recycling center ?
<o:p> </o:p>
Taking all the thoughts, actions, preferences , and religions we bow to and ….
Use the stuff , crush the stuff , and be made into new stuff
<o:p> </o:p>
To be blown to smithereens in the gentlest of ways
Swept clean of ancient and recent collected cobwebs of a “ me “
<o:p> </o:p>
To be filled with water and then consequently rung out
Absorption and Release an ever present cyclical process
<o:p> </o:p>
Sweetly surrendering the grasp of temporary truths
What might become of us if we were untangled from our concepts
<o:p> </o:p>
Baptized and Viscerally present
Authentic days and nights
<o:p> </o:p>
What beckons beyond our lived realities ?
What hides beneath our patterns of behavior ?
<o:p> </o:p>
None of it is truly true
Because everything is but a theory
<o:p> </o:p>
Including this poem and its poet
<o:p> </o:p>