Thursday, March 4, 2010


So much of what we think we truly know
Is but mere supposition and belief,
Which, proving wrong, leads often to our grief,
Though it provide a warm deluding glow.

How then can we decide with certainty
Not only what is true but what is wise?
Are human brains equipped to recognize
What’s right and good, or locked in fallacy?

We muddle on and seek for inspiration
Developing the methods of our science
In which we place so much of our reliance,
Hoping to save ourselves by innovation.

But still, for all our progress toward the new,
Is that the path that leads to what is true?