LAMENT OF THE SKEPTIC
“I hold these Truths to be self-evident”
Employs a phrase I wish I could endorse,
Implying certain Truths were Heaven sent:
Hence valid and unquestionable perforce.
But all the truths I know seem relative,
Contingent on peculiar circumstance,
Not perfect Absolutes by which to live,
At best but dreams that bind me in a trance
Until the spell dispels and, undeluded, I
Return to skeptical uncertainty,
Disheartened for a while, until I try
Yet one more hope for True Philosophy.
What joy, what cosmological relief
If I could own True Knowing, not belief!