Love of life and the mind
My heart is hard and clear as a diamond,
Still warm with the heat which made it strong.
The love of my life is — life itself
Which I will leave e’er long.
Plato gave up poetry, because it was not “true,”
Yet wrote the most engaging “lies” his readers ever knew.
After Faust, who studied his futile fields and lamented his useless lore,
Where does science find its home? And what can it do more?
What do we seek to do?
To learn: “Are we three or two?
For two is the world of stars and life,
Of laws unknown and known,
But three is the world of reflexive mind,
And we ask: “How has that grown?”
October 22, 2013