Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
there is a point where faith becomes tested,
tried by terrible, terrifying, torrential circumstances
circumventing the way things ought to be,
the way our imagination illusively illumines outcome
as some sort of sacred sermon on meaning
revealing how close we’ve kept to our own beliefs.
faith, however, is not contingent on a belief
being perfectly flawless, fixated, and frozen solid.
it is a state of being that says most simply,
mystery exists in this world and I choose to believe.
there is a point where knowledge becomes tested,
tried by new and neutralizing, sometimes negating, information
changing how we conceive things in our current world,
causing much contemplation and reconfiguration to release
into our minds the immediate metaphysical meaning
we attribute to such a sacrosanct scientific selection process.
knowledge, however separate, is not devoid of faith;
rather it is faith that drives intra-informational deductive conclusions
to be sought after so steadfastly, so scrupulously,
so stridently in pursuit of the noble notion we can learn
it is this state of believing in something of significance,
something greater than that which we already know.
POET’S NOTE:
Part of The Thinking Dark collection.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 18, 2026.
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Faith in religion becomes theory in science each to be tested. And when we arrive at that most fundamental foundation beyond which we know nothing then both science and religion unite in faith and theory. Two different methods searching for the same thing "Truth" a great write Tristan
Soren, I really appreciate this…you stepped right into the heart of it. That place “beyond which we know nothing” is exactly the edge I was writing from. And your framing of science and religion as different paths toward the same truth…that lands deeply. Grateful for your insight, my friend. 🌌✨🙏🖤
You are most welcome Tristan your poems are always a pleasure to read
Erm. I'm 'in the dark' trying to follow all of this! lol.
There's one thing we know, but WCAT, about Popeye & Co! heehee.
My friend, haha I hear you…this one lives right in that space of not fully knowing, so being “in the dark” kind of comes with it. That edge is where it breathes. And WCAT…Popeye & Co might just keep that one to themselves...or so we all hopes...*anticipatory swoon 😄 🌌✨🙏🖤
I find that the word faith means something different to everyone, yet everyone should find comfort in what they themselves believe 🌹
Yes! Exactly. It's not a matter of "if" we believe. We all do...in something...even true nihilists believe in their nihilism. 🤣 But that we find comfort and purpose in what we believe is most important. Thank you, dearest Teddy, for getting to the heart of it...as you do! Much appreciation for you, my friend!
lol 💜
Preemptive apologies for this, Tristan.
To challenge your last proposition, derived from the rest of your argument:
There is obviously “something of significance… greater than that which we already know.” But after that is a big full stop. It is completely pointless, in my view, to believe in something unknown even if our pitiful little minds could remotely conceive of what that might be.
Take care of yourself.
Dave, no need to apologize…this is exactly what philosophy is meant for. I appreciate you engaging it like this, truly.
And I hear your point… but epistemologically speaking, what do we really know? If we follow that through, it starts to raise the question of whether it’s “pointless” to believe in most anything. Even scientifically, much of what we call knowledge rests on theory, inference, and trust in what we cannot directly see.
Even Hume…who was skeptical across the board, not just toward religion…would press us there. If certainty is always just out of reach, then belief doesn’t disappear…we just become more honest about what we’re standing on.
Always grateful for the way you think and the way you challenge, my friend. 🌌✨🙏🖤
Hey Tristan, ‘much of what we call knowledge’ we cannot see but is still demonstrably true – the world is round, for example.
For me there is a demarcation line between what we know and can practically use, as slowly into the unknown miniscule discoveries are theorized tested and made. But there is no big leap I can possibly make into the absolute when why or how of my existence. Since the leap cannot be made, then any attempt is an act of pure futility.
I only argue with you here because I know you can take it. Life for many is bloody difficult so if what you call faith, belief sustains, then good luck to them.
Dave, I really appreciate this…that line you’re drawing between what can be demonstrated and what remains beyond reach. That’s exactly where the tension lives. I wrestle with that space myself, and I’m not sure the leap is ever avoidable…or even meant to be. Again, thankful for the discussion. Theres value in it no matter which place one lands...if one lands at all 🚀 🤣 🌌✨🙏🖤
Now we know, you and I, why you may not be able to keep up with comments, as we're distracted by Popeye's antics, and that causes us to take up time - or waste time?! lol.
My friend, haha you’re so not wrong…Popeye & Co have a way of pulling us right off track. Time well spent or wasted…still up for debate. 😄 Always appreciate you. 🌌✨🙏🖤
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