Tristan Robert Lange
Post-Scientific Method
Tomorrow,
Today’s science
W
i
l
l
Be another old
Appliance,
A has-been,
Thrown away—
Discarded in a bin
To be gutted for parts—
The scraps re-
Cy
cl
ed
Into the encased stuffing
Upon which you lay down
Your w
e
a
r
y
head.
On those aformentioned
Words being
Read,
Yesterday’s science is now
Considered dead,
As if what was formerly learned,
Was produced by one
Who lost their head.
Dread.
I’ve only mentioned science,
Yet, that is rather broad;
Instead,
Let’s talk about the
Sciences—
Many of whom have been
Discarded like old appliances,
Junky things at which to scoff
While we get in on our collective,
Modern-ego, jerk off.
Now,
The erudite mind
Ac-
k
n
o
w
l
e
d
g
-es that
Knowledge is discovered
Behind a plethora of doors.
This is not just philosophy,
Though therein one such door
Lies
Open to wisdom
To see clearly that truth
Transcends all things,
Including fact.
Another science
Presents itself in numbers,
Competing to be greater
Or Lesser
Than
Through postulations,
Equations,
Formulations, multiplications
And everything in
Between.
Want more?
Then score a look at
What’s behind this door:
An area of knowledge
Soon to be forgotten,
One that recognizes
That reality goes far beyond
What we see
up
in
the
skies,
Or below,
Where sod lies,
But there are spirit realms,
Beyond what we can see,
As real as you or me,
Though on much,
Many cannot agree.
Still, though, is that not true
Of every science
Of the past, of now—
Through and
Through—
That no two agree,
On more or less than
What they believe to be
True. Lo!
Outside the leaden walls
Of Modernity—
Beyond the armor of arrogance
Affixing itself upon already
Arid skulls—
Ignorance lulls,
And what comes forth
From those who dare
To
V
e
n
t
-ure there:
Understanding.
Far superior to any knowledge,
But rather the summation
Of all its parts,
And the realization that
No matter what is
Known,
Nothing
Is ever fully
Knowable;
Therefore, where does this—
The knowledge of
How little we can actually know—
Leave us?
Mystery.
And, in that,
Perhaps,
Just perhaps
Some recovered
Humility.
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