In search of Veracity’s, Dimensionalities

L. B. Mek


They paint Philosophy 

as stagnant theory 

circling itself

on a treadmill of possibility 


while graphed orange peels

of Dimensional assumptions 

orbit our Earth, on exam papers


Einstein had a theory for time

as Physicist’s cram - their elitist IQ’s 

to untangle Dimension’s, cubic clues


All, in their inherited quest

to locate

our purpose for existing

at this, time and place;


a game of theoretical guessing, Olympics

only now with pixelated, binary digitalisation

as our mappings, if only Progress 

could theorise, its path to Acceptance 

without, having to Disclaim 

all that inherited: intuitive wisdom




© L. B. Mek

October 2020


  • Author: L. B. Mek (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 2nd, 2022 03:19
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  • User favorite of this poem: Paul Bell.


  • Fay Slimm.

    "Theoretical guessing " indeed my friend -- and totally agree with those wise observations in your last lines .

    • L. B. Mek

      right? thank you dear Fay
      why does it have to be
      all one thing or the other
      repeating the same mistakes
      time n again..
      'I believe this, therefore this is progress'
      so I reject everything
      about that, 'that's the cause for our regress'..
      when in actuality, today's progress
      is guaranteed to be, tomorrow's
      all logically, natural
      but people just can't take the considered
      middle ground
      it has got to be all one or the other
      decades after the Berlin wall
      came down..
      humanity's evolution can't find a way
      past 'taking sides'
      as its chosen method
      for self-destruction...

    • Neville

      at a guess, might the answer be eleven by any chance .. 🙂

      • L. B. Mek

        something close to it, at least
        that humility of selfless consideration
        where we all, as one
        take a minute or 11
        at 11am on the 11th month of the year
        and pay tribute
        to those sacrifices, in our collective history
        that gave opportunity
        for our modernity, to exist
        as it is...
        (yeah Hyung, 11's
        as good a guess as anything else
        for it gives a glimpse
        at the very best of what humanity
        may someday evolve
        to represent...)
        thank you!

      • spilleronsheet

        Marvellous lines
        Those philosophy of great saints
        And the way it maybe revolutionary
        But at times a sad discovery
        Totally liked these lines
        “if only Progress
        could theorise, its path to Acceptance
        without, having to Disclaim
        all that inherited: intuitive wisdom
        first… ”

        • L. B. Mek

          well those lines, best encapsulate
          the main theme of this scribble
          so thank you! for highlighting them
          dear Poet

        • Rocky Lagou

          A great dive into the curiosity of mankind and that continual searching for a meaning. It's in our nature, and it'll never die out, until we do. Amazing!

          • L. B. Mek

            thank you, dear poet
            so glad you enjoyed the read
            how kind!

          • Rozina

            Still working this out....intuitive wisdom not working so well this morning!

            • L. B. Mek

              best comment on this page..
              keep that sharp wit, ermm
              (ah well, guess
              mine has dulled
              a bit..) lol
              thank you! dear poet

            • Goldfinch60

              That inherited: intuitive wisdom is part of our life and should never be overtaken by theoretical computerised theories.


              • L. B. Mek

                'that oh, so uncommon
                sense, computes faster
                than any CPU, will ever
                cos innate
                can't be grasped
                let alone, surpassed!'

              • SureshG

                Meaning of life, theorized, poetized, analyzed, philosophied, the format changes but the search goes on as you have so poetically laid out.

                • L. B. Mek

                  thank you, dear Poet

                • Paul Bell

                  Philosophy really is the used car market of life. You know at some point it evolved, and at some point it will evolve again with clocked mileage and a granny on standby.

                  • L. B. Mek

                    yep, it's all that wisdom
                    'granny on standby' has to offer
                    I fear
                    we're neglecting, to heed...
                    and by doing-so
                    subject ourselves, to evermore
                    elaborate - repeats
                    of those same, cyclically futile
                    (thank you! dear Poet)

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