Free verse № 33803
From the Ashes of Descartes
I omce viewed the world in comfort
with my realities though, I can no longer
take refuge in them knowing
there remains no sustainable thesis,
no gospel I may safely build on;
my initial premise fatally flawed.
My crumbling foundation unable to support
beliefs once perceived as truth,
burdened by prior notions of a universe
out there, existing in seclusion;
now undone by the world of quantum.
A fantasy-like state emerging from
the ashes of Descartes who thought he was
and from his Cartesian view; therefore was.
Though between mirage and reality--
like the desert traveler with cupped hands
yielding only undrinkable sand--
lies the illusion of the magicians sleight
of hand; things not always as they seem.
While the quark and lepton dance hand in hand
to the cosmic beat of uncertainty.
Commomsense contradictions the rule,
world transformed--fresh realities born
as I gaze skyward, now able to see--
the moon and the stars are a part of me.
6 comments
doubt you even know who he is or what is
meant by Cartesian reality. Not my fault and
perhaps you should go back to reading what
you can understand, like nursery rhymes.
The world of quantum is indeed strange and difficult
to describe though I continue to try. Too bad more
is not written on the subject as it goes to the heart
of our existence and how we perceive the world we live in.
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