[Heartlander]

Why is it that the sane people are so cowed by people like Peter Singer?

Somehow this man, and others like him, were put in positions of authority – and allowed to teach young minds eager to question everything… Dusting off an old poem -

A Question to Prose

A question to prose
As enlightenment grows
Yet the riddle of life still exists
Our being begs ‘why, we live and then die?’
Our soul existence must mean more than this

Can the sentence lie,
The how and the why,
In the writings and speeches of man?
And if the answer is maybe it can
It must now be juxtaposed
With a ‘just suppose’
And ‘I think, so therefore I am’

Look how truth now exits the stage
Left with the hypothesis
Of the solitary sage
And his soliloquy of what might be
Another man in another season
Who revels in revelations without reason
Lest this reason be
Mans’ own divinity

It’s a raffle of thoughts won by whatnots
Who cling to transcending verbs and nouns
Creating a literal mind with their bounds
Can it be that our own lexis
Sets limits, blinds,
And has verbally vexed us?

Gaze long and hard in one’s sacred heart
Forego the mind believed to be smart
Love exists there for you and for me
It’s where our "Author" wrote it
To set us all free
-Heartlander

[hosepipe]

Nice poem with lovely cadence..

[spirited irish]

Excellent! You’ve neatly captured the contentious, skeptical, rebellious spirit of our age: God is dead. He never spoke. Since there is no higher Authority, no personal Mind over our own, there is no truth but what man wills, therefore as Dostoevsky ominously foresaw, “all things are now possible.”