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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again? Archilochus

Saturday, February 3, 2018

They've Blinded Me with SCIENCE!

8 comments:

FreeThinke said...




A person of too broad a range

Who advocates unthinking change

Fails to discriminate
Between first and second-rate

Thus proving his mind's got the mange.




FreeThinke said...

This is what happens when we rely solely on Matter, abd Scientific Objectivity, while denying the very existence of Spirit.

_______ Alvin Toffler Revisited ______

I used to look on change with dread ––
No more. Thank God I’ll soon be dead.
Orwell told what to expect:
By too much “progress” we’ll be wrecked.
By rendering ourselves redundant
Life will cease to be abundant.
Before our congresscurs have blinked
We will make ourselves extinct!


~ Anne Athema 

FreeThinke said...

Our high school cafeteria

Gives solace to bacteria.

Staph infections propagate

On virtually every plate.

The place provides a great domain

For toxins known to cause ptomaine

Cold and flu germs fill the air

Waiting to pounce everywhere

And we have much great cause to fear

A-mo-e-bic diarrhea.


~ Father Time

FreeThinke said...


Vivaciously vicious Ebola
Lurks in cola, and on your Victrola
or someone’s lapel.
You never can tell
Where she’ll hit you just like Gay Enola!


~ LimeRickey

FreeThinke said...

How Science has Effected Man

Holding the Reins
Just because you can

Doesn't mean you should,

But once within your grasp

The Reins you tightly clasp

Make you think you're The Strong Man,

And after that you'll do

Only what makes YOU 
Feel good.


~ Gesso

FreeThinke said...


Arcturus his other name,—
I ’d rather call him Star!
It ’s so unkind of Science
To go and interfere!

I pull a flower from the woods,—
A monster with a glass
Computes the stamens in a breath,
And has her in a class.

Whereas I took the butterfly
Aforetime in my hat,
He sits erect in cabinets,
The clover-bells forgot.

What once was heaven, is zenith now.
Where I proposed to go
When time’s brief masquerade was done,
Is mapped, and charted too!

What if the poles should frisk about
And stand upon their heads!
I hope I’m ready for the worst,
Whatever prank betides!
      
Perhaps the kingdom of Heaven’s changed!
I hope the children there
Won’t be new-fashioned when I come,
And laugh at me, and stare!
  
I hope the Father in the skies
Will lift his little girl,—
Old-fashioned, naughty, everything,—
Over the Stile of Pearl!


~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

FreeThinke said...

SCIENCE unguided and untempered by a highly developed CHRISTIAN CONSCIENCE is like a LOADED REVOLVER in the hands of a TWO YEAR OLD.

~ J. Erwin Solomon

FreeThinke said...

__________ An Ironic Truth __________

Cawing, yapping, droning everywhere,
Enrapt with Unreality they're blind.
Looking blankly into space they grind
Loose lips ludicrously in mid air.

Packets clasped to ears their elbows bend,
Holding haplessly to each connection ––
Oblivious to tangible affection.
Nothing could this misdirection end,
Except the advent of a cataclysm ––

Annihilating new ways warped and curled ––
Built denying truths the catechism
Used to keep our wayward notions furled ––
Stifling acts and impulses towards schism ––
Enabling more delight in Nature's world.


~ FreeThinke