i don’t blame science.
but the questions need answers.
WHOM shall i turn to?
Gary Edward Geraci
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- Comment from author about the poem: 17T/17B (taking license to use one syllable, but ONLY in the title, speaking with a Texas accent perhaps, for the word ‘science’), a 5-7-5 Haiku. Why is there something rather than nothing? How is there something rather than nothing? Why do we discover order in nature rather than chaos? How is is it that we can rely on order in nature time and time again? And there are countless more questions like these. The answer to the question in the third line of the poem lies in the question itself - the all caps used to signify the monotheistic Deity revealed in the teachings and traditions of the three major Abrahamic religions practiced today on our beautiful planet.
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A good write Gary.
Meanwhile, folk ask me - Why did I start singing? And how can I call it singing?! heehee.
I know someone who heard a song, and said in jest 'is there music to that?'lol.
Yes, and I don’t think science can answer the “why” and “how” of it either unless they’re perhaps analyzing the decibel level of your vocal output or maybe the variation of your pitch with one of those pitch producers ....
Yes, millions of pounds/dollars has been spent on the 'why' and 'how' of - Why do I sing? and 'How do I sing?' Subtitled 'Do ya call that singing?' I told 'em not to waste their money! heehee.
Yes, them syllables can be pesky. I mean 'heaven' could be one or two syllables, for example, as in heav-en, or heaven (said more quickly). Or settle for heav'n, and a missing 'e'.
Enough waffle!
I agree. Thanks for visiting O.
Hello Gary,
An interesting write. Very good.
Are there answers to everything in life I don't think there are?
Keep writing FineB
Thanks FineB. We’re born to ask questions. Can a finite, created being such as myself ask an infinite, ever existing Creator (my Creator) for enough graces to get to Heaven?
“Admitting to Mystery” (previously published here on MPS)
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it’s ok
not everything
/
is to be explained
away
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our brains
better than beasts’
/
but still
finite
/
limits to
what can be known
/
still exist
the infinite
/
not quite fitting
into the space /
/
we have
created for it
/
Gary Edward Geraci
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