Monday, August 3, 2015


               A strict materialist cannot see mind
               At work in ordering the universe;
               All structures are but randomly combined
               And just as accidentally disperse.

               For him it’s simply physics and its laws
               Stochastically proceeding without aim
               That we have misinterpreted as “cause”
               Yet lack sound reason to support our claim.

               Let me just simply say I have a mind
               And so does everyone who’s reading this,
               And that this very poem is designed
               To contradict our blind materialist.

                    Mind matters: that’s how things have come about,
                    The horse before the cart—there is no doubt.