It really doesn’t matter
when we hit truth. Humanity
is water running downhill,
eroding the silt
of our fully-owned ignorance
by sheer force of our passing
and contact with it. Exposing
eventually
the bare limits of reality. I’ve always said
geniuses don’t do a damn thing
for us,
not in the long view.
They goose us a bit. They dislodge
a prodigious clump of sludge
here or there, that nothing could ever
have prevented
from being dislodged, from being
dissolved
- because ignorance is soluble.
Reality is not.
And we are the water. We will
wear down to it, regardless:
for everything knowable
is inevitable.
5 comments:
This makes a nice counteract to "the grand canyon: bull shit".
Counterpoint?
Yes. That's the word I meant. The counterpoint.
Thank you.
You're welcome!
Rather perfect illustration of the poem's theme I think.
But "counteract" made a certain poetic sense as well. As if that little poison pill needed this antidote to wash it away.
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