“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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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
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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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.
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
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
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
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
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)
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
__________ 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
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