conversation with an old acquaintance

[saw]

Carl Sagan called it
intellectual chauvinism
the assertion that we know
all the laws of physics, science

is a tool in a box, not a trump card
to slam down on the table
of alternative thinking....I dig
its importance old friend

but not all new concepts can be
lumped together with Nessie
and Bigfoot, inside the vault
to your mind are competing narratives

I know it is comforting to "know"
all the rules, that's why religions
come with a book, sometimes
art is just too weird for people's

sensibilities, quite often the existing
paradigm is quick to scoff, ridicule
the imagination of the new kid
on the block, I'm just saying old chum

don't let it scare you so much, there is
consciousness that does not reside
in your brain, fear not...
nothing changes when I leave, the sun

will still rise and set just the way you want them to,
it was good to see you again, share the years
that got a way from us, the wisdom of time
seeping into estranged eyes

the truth we carved from different places on the earth
you seem to be in a good place, so who am I
to claim I know the secrets of the universe,
there is no right or wrong, just two old codgers sitting on a bench

and maybe...
even We don't exist
maybe We...
are just another concept, and there is

no bench

[the mingo]

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[Ghost]

Indeed!

Your poem reminds me of a passage:

“The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.

The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man's mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

Thanks for the interesting read!

[WIREMAN]

Dogen sought it
Larry Darrell learned
It in Maughm's
Razors Edge
Even the Kung Fu
Priest had a grasp
of it as he wandered
the wild west
"Nobody knows"
Peace be with u
Mr. Weaver u are
a true artist and
strong man