for Bruce H. Lipton
Fantality or, say Realasy,
Though something shy of proof and not yet truth,
A “pseudo-science” or a “fallacy”
In scientific circles still uncouth,
May yet appeal to our imagination
And give us something useful to believe
Affording us pragmythic inspiration
Then yielding us a dream to which we’ll cleave.
Such is the course of all new theories hatched
By genius, destined finally to shift
Some paradigm to which we’re now attached
And grant humanity its next uplift.
Though some now dub it “fiction,” “superstition,”
The best of it will prove sound intuition.